sort of updating, again

so i'm doing the wedding thing in about a week. and for the past week or so i've been doing this weird thing at night. i have never had the 'oh my god, i'm naked at school' types of dreams. those normal dreams where for some reason, you're naked in public, or sleep through your final exams, or whatever. those things just never happen in my dreams.

this last week though, i've had some dreams that were nearly like that. the flight to cement city isn't non stop. so i've had dreams where i get stranded in the airport between legs of the flight and miss part two. i've had dreams where the security folks wouldn't let me on the plane, because the fabric of the bridesmaid dress is biodegradable. (first, the fabric on this thing will outlive me by several generations, so the word doesn't apply here. second, i highly doubt the tsa folks care how quickly my dress turns into fertilizer. third, wtf?) i've had dreams where they let me on the plane, but held the dress for questioning. i've had dreams where the plane lands in the wrong city, and i find out that i have no change and my cell phone has been left at home. i've even had dreams where i 'wake up' on the plane, mentally go through my packing list, and realize that the dress never made it into the luggage. i've had dreams where i wake up the afternoon of my flight, go to the airport, and realize that the flight is a morning flight.

many, many dreams. all of them involve either my not making it to the wedding, or my arrival sans dress. i've only had one dream where the shoes were somehow involved. i'm not terribly into the black cat under a ladder stepping on a crack while looking into a broken mirror type of thing, but the dreams are usually two or three a night. i wake up from one only to fall into another. truly weird stuff. you'd think maybe this would make a little more sense if i was getting married, but i'm just walking into a room, standing there for a while gazing adoringly at the girl who *is* getting married, and then trying desperately not to dance with anyone for the rest of the day.


in other news, my hair is growing out. has been for a while. i figure summer's the best time for that. it doesn't matter what kind of horrid, shaggy mess it grows into so long as it's long enough to behave in the fall when i teach. right? unfortunately, it's also vaguely irritating as it grows out. i've had my hair short for so long i've forgotten how to towel dry longer hair. rubbing the towel around furiously just isn't working anymore, and when i comb it there are actual tangles. i haven't had a tangle in so long i'd forgotten all about them. it will be pointless to have long hair if it's all snaggly and split.

and you know what? summer would also be the perfect time to get the hair shaved off completely. lots of growing room so i can look normal again in the fall if it doesn't work out. and no tanlges. no worries about how one is supposed to dry longer hair. no hair worries, period, in fact. just sun block every morning to prevent red head and skin cancer. i won't get my hair shaved before leaving for the wedding, certainly. but there's a chance (not high, not probable, but a palpable chance) that i'll come back with no hair. a toss up, really.

the plan had been to grow it out, long enough to donate, then get the head shaved all at once. after i'd had time to play with and then ignore the long hair. every time i grow it out i say i'll do something with it, but i end up tying it into a low ponytail or braid every day until i chop it off again. so i know full well what will eventually happen to my poor neglected hair. i'll play around with it for about two weeks, and then leave it down for a day or two. then it'll be all ponytails and braids for the rest of its life with me.

the thought of abandoning the plan for a buzz cut is more tempting as the weather gets warmer and the mystery that is towel-drying hair becomes more mysterious. and the tangles. oh, i hate them. but i like the bangs. i really do. i may opt for a funky cut that lets me keep the bangs. maybe long enough to tuck behind the ears. possibly one of those cuts that looks normal when the hair is down, but when pulled back, you can see that it's all shaved underneath? i don't know. but while i sometimes like the feeling of all this hair, i sometimes very much miss the soft and fuzzy short short. it's not even all that long now. maybe a whole five inches. and that's just... an irritating length.

i'd open the issue to others for a vote or something, but i know how my coworkers and parental unit feel, and how KM feels. Ems doesn't seem to care, but her one vote is outnumbered in all ways by the others. hmm. summer really would be the best time. for growing out or shaving.


and that's about all for the moment. it's late and i'm tired. summer is also a good time to get back on a normal-person sleep schedule.

love and peace