let's just hope love is blind

so! yesterday officially started my two weeks of glasses, otherwise known as my mr magoo impersonation attempt. and i am already a huge whiney cry baby about it.

i feel weird, i can't see right, i'm all squinty, and dagnabbit, i just DON'T LIKE wearing glasses. whine. pout. foot stomp. yes, i'd like some cheese with my whine.

it's not even that i think my glasses are super unflattering - the last time i updated them, i specifically got some that were slightly stylish (the gay guy at the glasses store = a huge help) - i just.. meh. i don't feel like me. if i go through all of this and i'm not even a good candidate for the lasik? GAH. oh, and if i AM a good candidate? i had been sort of wishy-washy about whether or not i should go through with it, but by gum, if they'll let me, i now want to get it done IMMEDIATELY AFTER MY CONSULT because otherwise i have to go through ANOTHER two weeks of glasses before the actual surgery, and MY GOD PEOPLE, i am only human.

OH. AND. i had a first date with a new guy last night. all squinty and stuff. AWESOME.

here is bespectacled alice:

i feel sort of like a bad tina fey impersonator.

the date went pretty well, i think - the bar shut down at 10 (??) and i assumed that meant we'd go our separate ways, but the the guy (we'll call this one The Hacker) requested we relocate to a new venue instead to continue chatting. we ended up staying out too late and i missed the last metro home, so he kindly drove me all the way back to my place. we'll see what happens now, and if/when i hear from him next.

in other news, my cats continue to be absurd. this is a completely non-staged photo from yesterday, when oliver did this HIMSELF, and refused to leave even after i shut the door on him several times:

he's... not right.