aaaaaaaaaanyhoo. as my hair is in this... odd... length phase, i'm rapidly running out of things to do with it. i can't just wear it down, as my hair drives me absosmurfly bonkers when i do this, and i end up raking it back into whatever i can find (rubber band, random hair clip, chihuahua jaws, bubble gum) in order to prevent a massive anxiety attack resulting in a bad episode of me in the girls bathroom at work with a pair of scissors and a bunch of shaggy baldish spots.
my hair is entirely too short for a ponytail. (i did accomplish this once, which involved about 20 barrettes and bobby pins and a butt load of hairspray.) i HAD been wearing my hair in two little ponytails before my haircut, but for some reason, now that the layers are cut out of it, instead of looking quaint, the 'tails just jut straight out from the back of my head. no good.
so i've resorted into a compromise: i will put my hair in ponytails, but then only pull them halfway through at the end, resulting in little 'buns'.
as i said to coworkers and faetal yesterday, "i SO can't wait until my hair is long enough for these *points* to look more like buns instead of nipples."
yes. i have head nipples.
i just wish it was socially acceptable for everyone to be shaved. maybe after andrea's wedding ;)
it's also frustrating that i can't seem to remember my dreams lately, except that i know that the majority of the time, MATH is involved somewhere. WHYYYYYYYY? of all the freaking possible things on the freaking planet to dream about, why do i keep dreaming about ARITHMATIC?!? cheez. and mundane tasks at work. the only thing i can remember dreaming about last night that wasn't more of the same was that the Death Moogle was after me, but lucky for me, i had hung a cherub head over my front door, so the moogle couldn't come in. i just prayed he wouldn't think to go around to the BACK door. so i sat down with a piece of paper, a pen, and a calculator...
I'm writing "young and gifted" in my autobiography
i figured who would know, better than me?
i'm certainly the former, but i'm not so much the latter
something tells me it's the opposite i'd rather..