¡Yay! ¡Los Juegos Olímpicos!

Sunday morning I was glancing at the TV guide, and I'm like, "Hm, what's this other Olympics block?" I flip over. It's Telemundo—and it's clearer than any other station on the dial! Whoo-hooo!

So I watched the first half of the Iraq/Costa Rica soccer game... It was fun to catch bits of the commentary, like "Saddam" and "Qusay Hussein" and "era torturados". The crowd was extremely pro-Iraq; they booed every kick the Costa Ricans made on the Iraqi goal. They were pumped up.

Also: vastly weird: 45 minutes of TV without a single commercial. God, that was strange! They showed the entire first half without pause! I think I really like Telemundo. (It's all live! Yay!)

Today I watched a boxing match between two lightweight-looking guys. The guy from the Spanish-speaking country Owned the guy from Greece. I've never seen boxing before... Didn't realize it was that fast. I couldn't tell when points were scored, though I bet if I kept watching I'd catch on. I did catch more of the commentary... Like, the guy from the Spanish-speaking country (sorry, forgot which one) was 26. I think. Anyway, fun on so many levels.

A thing I forgot to mention from the Parade of Nations (in English, on tape delay): did anyone else notice how handsome all the athletes were? Men and women both, there were just a ton of really good-looking people. I'm wondering if it's that being young and very healthy makes people look good, or if I just like the way pretty much everyone looks...

In which Madeline gets a haircut

I've had the same hairstyle for as long as I've had control of my hairstyle, barring a couple of years in high school dealing with the aftermath of a truly horrendous sides-shaved short haircut. It's about top-of-shoulder-blade-length, and the front is pulled back with a barrette. Sometimes it's in a pony tail. Very occasionally a french braid. Only when I'm considering hitting on people is it loose, which yes, I know, looks best, Mom.

In the past few months, the ladies at work have been eyeing me with "makeover" flashing in the thought bubble over their heads. It's kinda touching. Also, I've finally decided that, being as my goal is to have hair down to my butt, and being as doing nothing has been infallibly failing to achieve that goal, it's about time I started doing Something, instead.

Like trimming the ends. And, to mollify the ladies (so I don't get dragged somewhere and given a Peggy Sue Got Married look), might as well get a "style" while I'm at it.

( I thought to myself, I look like Snape )