Barber / Korean Food / Barber.

I stopped into the hair place I go to on Saturday to make an appointment with Tennille. One of the (black) male hair stylists ("Anton") was in, and it turns out that the next day he and Tennille were meeting up and going down to the big yearly regional hairstyling convention down at the local convention center, though he complained about the price of admission and the price of taking a class -- over $125 for a class with Paul Mitchell, "And he's not even a stylist, most people don't even realize that," he was like, and he added that he saw him in person once and he had an incredibly bad complexion -- and he also mentioned he's taking cash and not plastic this year, because he has a feeling people will be selling product and styling equipment real cheap on the last day, with how bad the economy is doing.

I also got Korean food that night at the restaurant down the block. It was a slow night, and the owner said Korean food was the perfect food, because it was all natural like Chinese and Japanese food, but it has less oil than Chinese food and less sugar than Japanese food.

His wife also wants to go back to Korea, so they probably will in like 4-5 years, and then he was like, "But where will all the Korean students eat?", adding that the next closest Korean restaurant was north of downtown and took like 30-40 minutes to get to.

Today I was studying at a coffee shop in a neighborhood to the decently far north, and I was staring out the window thinking when this black dude with a cap pulled down jumps in front of the window and starts making crazy faces and snarling and lolling his tongue from side to side, and I jumped, and then I looked closer, and it turned out it was Diezel, who tipped his head and had a laugh on me as he continued to walk by on the sidewalk.