2004-08-17 - 3:32 a.m.
Another hair entry

I've been realizing a lot of stuff about myself lately. The sorts of insights that are really important, and ultimately a Good Thing, but are really freakmoid in the interim.

Let's see. I spent a huge amount of the last week re-reading Geek Love, which is an exquisite pleasure. Exactly what reading fiction should be.

I was supposed to spend this week working on all my take-home finals, which were due Friday the 13th.

None of them are finished yet (in truth, of seven Things to Do, I've really gotten going on only two of them).

So I am taking everything home with me and hoping for the best in terms of eventually getting credit for the quarter.

This isn't as far-fetched as it sounds, my school being the crazy hippie sort of place that it is, without real grades (or a law review. Or a functioning HVAC system, for that matter). Any other school would have shown me the door sometime during first year. The place is most definitely quirky, but then, so am I.

Plus, I will be home for practically three weeks, which is a really long time.

Plus, everyone is going to ride my ass until the shit is done, which is something I apparently need.

Today was strange. I wanted to go and buy new bras but I really don't have the money. I got a little haircut-to me it's still too long, but I didn't want to go too crazy, since I'm going to go to get it done again anyway while I'm in SC.

This was the longest I've probably ever been without a haircut, or at least it felt like that. It was truly gross. It was a frizzy, triple-decker mullet, really. There was the bangs level and the partway-down-my ear level and the back-of-my-neck-level. Lord knows I have body image issues, but dammit, I have always had good hair, the unfussy kind, such that even if I got a shitty haircut, after a week or so it would look fine. I wanted to wait until after I got there, but I'm so glad I went today, and frankly, I should have gone a million years ago, and hung the expense. Self-esteem wise, and certainly financial-panic wise, I would have done a lot better abandoning the pharmacy for the salon. (Today. literally, as of this morning, I'm down to 75 mg on one of the drugs, from 350, which is rilly good. This has gone a lot better than I'd expected, but I'm still on a shitload of the other pill. In addition to The Pill, which is a good idea for me anyway.)

I realized weeks ago, applying handfuls of conditioner to the back, which is was downright raggedy, that one of the main reasons I have such decent hair is because, well, if you get it cut often enough, the hair just isn't around long enough to get dry or tangled or crunchy-feeling. This is why I don't really need conditioner unless my hair is longish. Right now it is all bunny-rabbit fluffy, tee hee.

And I honestly wouldn't mind the gray--if it were gray. Dad's hair is (well, was) true black, not very dark brown like mine, and at Kev's graduation he had this very lovely, seriously distinguished patina happening, like pewter. I don't know if that happens eventually with brown hair or not. Anyway, right now I have random chunks of truly white hair in a field of very dark brown, and most of the white is in my bangs, and instead of looking distinguished, it looks like a goddamn set of tires.

Anyway. I didn't come here to do a big hair tangent. I came to do a big mental health tangent, but now I am sleepy again. So that will wait.

We have been SO lucky this summer--right now it is sixty-some degrees in here, with no fans running at all, and the window by the bed all the way shut because it's too cold otherwise. I said this last year, but you have to be truly, seriously whacked to go to South Carolina in August.

woogie - woo