Haircuts

I need a haircut. Urgently. And I want one that's cooler than I am, which I am aware, thank you very much, is kind of sad, and yet I still want it.

Lately I've been getting my hair cut by a mormon lady in her basement. She's cheap, but kind of far away, and does a great job of "nice hair", which is what I've been wanting . It's made working in the family business a lot easier. My previous chelsea used to frighten customers, so growing it out into something 'normal' made it easier.

Now that we're on our way out of here I want something cool again. I still want long enough hair to be able to braid it, but I want something that I don't have to wear up in a clip all day.

Especially as a fat girl, cool hair has always been an essential. I grew up in the 80s when there wasn't any sort of cool clothing available for fat girls, and I had to work my ass off to look cool in an assortment of individually uncool pieces. Cool hair was the way to pull the whole look together.

Then I came out as queer, and immediately spent the next 10 years with various versions of punk hair, multicoloured, or just brightly coloured, and ranging from a 'hawk to spikes, to the long-adored chelsea.

Now I want something in-between. Not so completely antisocial as a chelsea, but not the church hair I've been sporting either. And some colour would be nice.

it burns, it burns

Some of my friends are devolving into xtians, with all the accompanying hypocrisy, bullshit, and dishonesty. Most of the rest are already xtians.

I need new friends.

Encore de l'Angoisse Métaphysique

I'm having another phase of wanting to tell the Universe "enough!"

My Aunt and cousin are forcing the sale of the cottage, and we don't have the money to buy them out, so a whole huge part of my life is just suddenly going to be gone.

*2011 edit* I do realize that this was just my perspective at the time, and I was angry, and hurt, and sad. The world changes so incredibly much, and I wanted things to be someone's fault, I guess. *end edit*

I can't even talk to them, because it's so stupid. After capital gains, and tax, and everything they'll be lucky to come out with 70K, and no way in hell is 70K going to solve anyone's life. They think it's going to get them a new house, and cars, and boats, and the life they've always dreamed of. My cousin (and hubby) are 24 so I can see where she might think so, but her mom ought to know better.

It's the place where the family gets together. It's winterized. It's rented in the summer and covers it's own expenses pretty much. It's on a nice lake...AND it's completely paid for. Nevermind the fact that my grandparents who left them the cottage most certainly did not intend for them to sell it to buy a house. The point was that it should be a place for the family to be together outside in nature.

Also, it's the only place that really ever felt like home to me, so it's like losing my grandparents and my safe place and everything all over again.

So that's the first thing.

Next, I've been having all kinds of migraines this fall and winter, and on New Year's Eve had a seizure for the first time ever. Now I'm waiting to see a neurologist, and there's been some rather frightening talk of having seen "something - no big deal" on the CT scan of my brain. Excuse me, but that's my brain. I'm using that, and need to know everything about how it's doing.

The result is that I'm on new medication, seeing a lot more of doctors and hospitals that I'd like to be, and trying to find some way to force them to give me the MRI sooner than a month, so I can know what's going on. As a side bonus, I am also now not allowed to drive for 3 months, so suburban life is rather more hellish. This morning I want nothing more than to just be able to get out of the house, and yet, without a car I'm stuck with walking to a convenience store as my only option, and that's a 20 minute walk. (Spouse One has declined my offer to get up and entertain me by taking me somewhere.)

The Mouse

Penn and Teller was funny, if too short, and not really magic-laden enough. Why should I have expected them to pack several seasons worth of "Bullshit" into one evening? But I did... Still, it was superb.

Also, we went to The Mouse, and it was pretty much great! Much smaller than I remember as a kid, but we did only go to The Magic Kingdom, so there's all sorts of other parks to visit next year, when we hopefully get to return.

Make work?

Spouse One and I have discovered during this backyard renovation that we are a couple of picky bastards. Truly. We have assembled and disassembled the pool and are in the process of re-doing the excavation, because it's not what we wanted. We want it to be perfect, so c'est la vie.

In other news, work continues, although a highlight is that we'll be going to Vegas (and possibly Orlando for some work-related adventures. Not like we actually get it paid for, such are the joys of a small business, but we will get to stay in Vegas, drive our little rental SUV around a bit, and see Penn & Teller. All of which are happy things. If finances allow we'll get to Orlando briefly as well, and perhaps I will get to visit The Mouse.