Actually, very little celebration has been going on.
I was so bone tired on Friday that I was coming down with a cold, so I got in bed at 4:30 and failed to get out again until 6 the next morning. It was much needed rest, the kind that your body just sort of seizes from you when you are too idiotic to take care of it yourself.
Writing is chugging along. I am amazed at how much difference practice makes in how quickly I can compose, though the editing process remains long. Thomas has been letting me read aloud to him, which is a tremendous help, as suddenly I can hear that adverbs have totally run away with me once again, and that I have used the word wound eight times in two paragraphs.
I loaded Thomas's iPod yesterday, so that is good. And I have managed to create two separate libraries in iTunes, so that my precious iPod will not be sullied with prewar Jazz, nor will Thomas have to put up with my love of Morrissey.
Otherwise, life is quiet. I had my hair cut today and it is way, way too short, but time will fix that, I suppose. As it does all things.
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Monday, January 21, 2008
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Looking at the Bright Side
So, I thought of some more good things.
1. I got a really good haircut. This seems like it should not be a very big deal, since all I had was a trim, but since the last time I had my haircut the woman cutting it actually said, "Uh Oh" and went to get the manager, it feels awesome. The guy was lovely and took almost 35 minutes to trim an inch and a half off my hair, fixed some spots that were bothering me with their refusal to cooperate, and complemented my hair's color and texture. Rule. Now it takes less time to do and, dare I say it? I think I could actually skip blowdrying on the weekend without looking like I am wearing a helmet made of sticks.
2. I now understand why 4+(-3 times -2)/2 = 5. Thank you to my algebra tutor who tried not to giggle when I brought this problem to her, unable to get the answer 5, even though the book was telling me I should. Oops.
3. Everything I own is in bloom. I've made 2 bouquets for people without totally decimating my flower crop.
4. Summer school: 2 days down, 43 to go.
5. Chris Cubeta and the Liars Club is coming back to Wilmington on August 4th.
6. I ate a nice fat steak for dinner.
That is all.
1. I got a really good haircut. This seems like it should not be a very big deal, since all I had was a trim, but since the last time I had my haircut the woman cutting it actually said, "Uh Oh" and went to get the manager, it feels awesome. The guy was lovely and took almost 35 minutes to trim an inch and a half off my hair, fixed some spots that were bothering me with their refusal to cooperate, and complemented my hair's color and texture. Rule. Now it takes less time to do and, dare I say it? I think I could actually skip blowdrying on the weekend without looking like I am wearing a helmet made of sticks.
2. I now understand why 4+(-3 times -2)/2 = 5. Thank you to my algebra tutor who tried not to giggle when I brought this problem to her, unable to get the answer 5, even though the book was telling me I should. Oops.
3. Everything I own is in bloom. I've made 2 bouquets for people without totally decimating my flower crop.
4. Summer school: 2 days down, 43 to go.
5. Chris Cubeta and the Liars Club is coming back to Wilmington on August 4th.
6. I ate a nice fat steak for dinner.
That is all.
Friday, March 30, 2007
Vacay Day 2
I've been so slack this month. Here I am, approaching my blogiversary, and I've posted a measly 9 posts this month. Depression be damned! I shall try to post each day of this vacation! If only to show you....
This picture of me with almost no hair!
I realized recently that in all my lists of strange things about me, I never mentioned that I shaved my head in college.
The reasons behind it are almost painfully embarrassing now (yes, yes, a boy wanted me to. And also the girls in my dorm had just dyed my hair a rather alarming shade of orange). But I've never been sorry that I did it. No matter how distressing the haircut or dye job I've suffered since then, I always know unequivocally that my hair? It will grow back.
I wish I had better pictures to show you. I spent a good part of today organizing our desk drawers in the hopes of coming across some of the better pictures, which have, of course, been taken out of albums and paraded around countless times. It was actually very cute when it was freshly done. I looked kind of like Annie Lennox. But as it grew in, I began to feel sort of permanently deshevled, as if I had gone out in my pajamas without showering every single day of my life. It was more than a year until I had enough length to get a real haircut.
When I did it, I had no intention of seeing my parents for several months as I was not going home for spring break. However, my mom called me in mid-January to tell me that it seemed likely that my grandfather would die soon and could I please be ready to come home. So, that was a fun conversation. Ok, mom. But there's something you should know...
To give my parents credit, my mom didn't even hesitate. She just said, "Well, you can wear a hat." When my dad first saw me, he said, "It's so nice to be able to see more of your face." My parents are so good to me.
This picture of me with almost no hair!I realized recently that in all my lists of strange things about me, I never mentioned that I shaved my head in college.
The reasons behind it are almost painfully embarrassing now (yes, yes, a boy wanted me to. And also the girls in my dorm had just dyed my hair a rather alarming shade of orange). But I've never been sorry that I did it. No matter how distressing the haircut or dye job I've suffered since then, I always know unequivocally that my hair? It will grow back.
I wish I had better pictures to show you. I spent a good part of today organizing our desk drawers in the hopes of coming across some of the better pictures, which have, of course, been taken out of albums and paraded around countless times. It was actually very cute when it was freshly done. I looked kind of like Annie Lennox. But as it grew in, I began to feel sort of permanently deshevled, as if I had gone out in my pajamas without showering every single day of my life. It was more than a year until I had enough length to get a real haircut.
When I did it, I had no intention of seeing my parents for several months as I was not going home for spring break. However, my mom called me in mid-January to tell me that it seemed likely that my grandfather would die soon and could I please be ready to come home. So, that was a fun conversation. Ok, mom. But there's something you should know...
To give my parents credit, my mom didn't even hesitate. She just said, "Well, you can wear a hat." When my dad first saw me, he said, "It's so nice to be able to see more of your face." My parents are so good to me.
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