Life is full of disappointments

Why is it always the trivial things that get to us the most? It seemed easy to get angry at the time, but in retrospect, what I allowed to bug me today (the purpose of this post if you will) really does pale in significance to some of the problems that people have to face every day of their lives.

But this is my blog, so instead you're just going to have to put up with my petty complaints.
Whenever I seem to make plans, my delusional expectations of their outcome tends to get the better of me and is some what different from real life. Today, I made the simple plan of getting my hair cut at the same place that I've had my hair cut for the last 7(ish) years with the same woman that's cut my hair for the last few years.

Alas, she was on her lunch break and my hair was cut by another...the level of treatment just didn't seem the same, the knowledge of exactly how I like it (I'm still talking about hair...you sick people) and so I left resembling something akin to the rough side of a sponge. Now this isn't because she was inadequate at her job, it's just because I had certain expectations and so as soon as they were crushed, I immediately resigned myself to the fact that I wouldn't be satisfied, even if she had done as good a job as usual (I'm still waiting for the compliments to roll in...as it stands, nobody seems to have noticed anything as of yet...*sigh*). It's a good thing God made me such a lovely person otherwise there would have been no tip, I just didn't feel as if the same care and interest had been invested this time around.

But anyway, enough about hair, I've got loads of reeeeeallly interesting things for you to read.

Like the music playlist at the gym. As you well know, I've been without my dearly departed MP3 player for a few days now and thus am subjected to everybody else's music around me, be it in a shop, or some chav walking down the road, hand on crotch, blasting out "heavy beats" from his phone because he's of the opinion that everybody else wants to hear it.
In this case, somebody clearly thought that people would really want to workout to the works of Avril Lavigne, or failing that, slit-your-wrist emo music with whiney lyrics like "I loved you so muuuuuuuuuch, but you took out your knife of lies and stabbed me in the baaaaalllllllllssss. At least I've got that STI to remember you by." The last thing anyone wants when they're trying to look masculine and subtly pose in the mirror is crap music blaring out in the background.

All is not lost though.
Achievement of the day: Purchasing two Guinness Red pint glasses for a very modest fee instead of having to resort to the old drunken "slip-the-glass-in-your-coat-pocket-when-you-go-to-the-toilet" trick