hair falling forward, mouth all askew

I got bit by the blogging bug on Monday, but didn't post anything (obviously), nor did I put it in my stupidbrilliantthoughts document, so I'm not sure all the stuff I wanted to blog about was any good or not.

How about a random update?

It's the time of year to break out the sweaters and long-sleeved shirts. Also, since I spent the summer exclusively in t-shirts and shorts, I'm now wearing some of my fancier warm-weather tops again as well. (I can do that because I'm not walking to school every day.) It's weird because all my sweaters -- especially the one I loved so wore all the way through April -- have hair all over them. The ones I didn't love so much have super long hair, but that red sweater I loved is just COVERED in haircut-era hair. Because the day my hair started to fall out in earnest I got a haircut. So most of the hair that fell out was short. Anyway. I know that's fascinating.

I'm going to keep talking about my hair. The expressions of interest after my last statement were just too overwhelming.

I love how soft my hair is. It's getting longer, too (shocker) but at the RS retreat on Saturday, after I took off my hat (I was too lazy for the wig, and also it looks a lot stranger for a girl to take off her hair than it is for her to take off a hat) I felt self-conscious again. I was proud of how it's coming in, but it's still shorter than it's safe to show in public. Unless I'm Mia Michaels. (Pretend there's a picture here of Ms. Michaels from So You Think You Can Dance, which I turned on last night for a minute and noted our similar hairstyles, but all the sites that might have a picture are suspicious for this Church computer, so never mind.)

Also, I am grateful for eyebrows and eyelashes. They make having too-short hair bearable.

Now if only my mouth would stop hurting. I have a pretty good tolerance for pain, I've found (case in point: not sure I'm supposed to have been walking without assistance for the last month but it doesn't bug me), but not mouth pain. It completely distracts me from my work.



What kind of girl have I turned into? Belaboring my aches and pains? Yeesh, I remember when I used to be interesting.

In one final attempt to be interesting, and also just in case you missed my Facebook status, here's the latest disappointment of the day (grah, I sound so pessimistic): I saw the UPS truck come up our street, so I went to the front to pick up the package, but there was no one there. I saw it come up further the street then back down, so I went out front to pick up the package (again), and I was so excited! I have been waiting for these books to arrive for months! I didn't have time to open the package (I was in a meeting) so I just left it by the front door. My mom came home and looked at the package...and it was flax.

Flax from amazon.com. Oh, the cruelty of fate.

somewhat less interesting than rambly, but I say we take what we can get because I'm braindead. Happens.


"Recessional" ~ Vienna Teng