Low Blood Sugar

[bloodyrosemccoy]

Note to self: If you are going to discover that LJ is in financial crisis and has laid off a bunch of staff,* please make sure you eat first, because that takes panic factor down to zero.**  Nothing like a good baseless WE GOT MOVIE SIGN to remind you to eat dinner. Seriously, if I haven't had food, I panic about where I left my Sharpies.

 

Well, that was a bummer cherry on top of a bummer sundae of a Tuesday. Today was one of those rare occasions where Teh Flying Snowz has meant I missed something I really wanted to be doing—namely Gothmas, my friend’s notorious Twelfth Night celebration. Instead I get to stay at home, drink tea, back up my whole damn journal, and cry about the fact that my brother went back to school and about the endless void that is our existence and about how I actually found something kinda Goth to wear to Gothmas. Woe, woe.

 

Yes sir, just more fodder for the Feast of St. Emo.

 

In other news, I am sick and tired of these motherfucking snakes my hair. I’d had ambitions of growing it out because long hair is fun to play with, but now that I’m looking like I’m wearing Pippin’s wig I’m remembering that long, thick, curly, layered hair is a pain in the ass. It takes forever to wash, rinse, and dry, busts out into genius hair at all the wrong moments, and gets in my eyes and ears. I forced myself to continue with grim determination until it dawned on me this week that every time I see someone with short hair I get all wistful, and Former Commodore Norrington meanders by and remarks, “Not too long ago I would have given anything to have you look like that while thinking of me,” or something to that effect.*** So screw this “long” business. I am going back to my crew cut, as soon as I can find a new hairdresser to add to my succession of Total Nuts With Scissors.

 

It will give me something to look forward to in the midst of all this emo.

 

 

*And JUST AFTER you bought a goddamn permanent account.

 

**No, don’t panic. This may turn out good if the clueless bastards running it now turn it over to some clueful people. But for those of you who like to play it safe, you can back up entries and comments with LJArchive, LJBook (currently this one is a bit swamped), or this program that they tell me works on Macs.

 

***Or he would, if I were Keira Knightly in PotC.

Comments

[kadharonon.livejournal.com]

Dude I know what you mean about the long hair. Mine used to be as short as this icon would imply. It was that way from the time I was ten or so through high school and the first part of college. It was so easy to take care of. And somewhere along the line, I decided to start growing it out. It is shoulder length and I have NO CLUE what I'm doing with it; I just keep growing it in the vain hope that I'll have an idea someday. At least I can french braid it to keep it out of my face now, which was one disadvantage of the short hair when it started growing out...

Of course, people assumed I was a boy during Freshman and Sophomore year of high school, but I attribute that more to my manner of dress than anything else.

[kadharonon.livejournal.com]

Also, NORRINGTON SQUEE.

Ahem.

And I got your package! The star fabric on the heating pad thing is SO PRETTY!

[padparadscha.livejournal.com]

Yay! I was worried I was sending packages into the void.

I know it's a weird gift, but the things are really nice when you're saving on heat. And they're so snuggly.

heh. My sister's a Norrington fan. She had to stop teasing me about my undying love for Hank McCoy when she admitted that. ;)

Well, there are advantages to long hair--at least you can play with it!

[kadharonon.livejournal.com]

Except there's only so much you can really do without extensive knowledge of how to use hair products, and it takes what seems like forever to dry.

On the plus side, if I go anywhere in this cold weather with wet hair, it freezes on the way to wherever I'm going and makes funny snapping noises when I bend pieces of it.