April 4th, 2006

catie_cute

compulsive hair disorder

Those of you who know anything about me will not be surprised to hear I'm having compulsive hair disorder symptoms again.

For once, amazingly enough, I can pretty definitively say this is not a result of being unhappy with either my weight or my book, which are the usual two triggers. I'm just bloody tired of my hair. Or, more accurately, of the style it's currently cut in. This may be because it's not cut in much of a style at all. It also has a bit to do with the ends seeing very, *very* scraggly to me, although I'm having a little bit of a hard time telling of that's because of where I bleached it or if this whole bizarre "Hi, Catie! You're thirty-two years old and you have inexplicably gotten wavy hair, which you've wanted all your life!" thing just gives the ends a different texture. It might be some of both.

So anyway. I don't actually want to cut the length off, which is usually how CHD manifests itself, but I'm really tired of the current look and I don't feel like it does much of anything for my face. My inclination is to maybe get some long bang/layers cut around my face, although I wasn't particularly happy with that last time around. Then again, last time, I was trying to get layers around my face and ended up with a layer around my whole head at chin or whatever it was length and that wasn't what I wanted.

I was looking at something like this, although realistically I would never bother to make my hair that big (I don't even know how), so I don't know if it'd be anything like an improvement over what I've got right now. And I fear getting a cut I'm not happy with will just piss me off and cause me to go get it all chopped off, which is pretty typical Kit behavior.

OTOH, I'd end up with some kind of bob cut with bangs if I did that, and that looks really cute on me, so maybe it wouldn't be a total loss.

Stupid hair.
catie_cute

more compulsive hair disorder, and writing

*does a little dance* 3800 words, chapters 20 and 21 finished, another 200 words would start ch 22 and put me at 4000 words, and it's early yet, so I might just do that. I have dinner to cook, though, so that might peter out my enthusiasm for writing. Still, I'm very pleased with today's accomplishments, and liked this last chapter, too. Very good. *beam* Next chapter involves Sniking Around, and maybe an explosion. :)

On the compulsive hair disorder topic: it appears several people have been Just Waiting for me to have another bout of it. Mom thinks I'm suffering from Acute Novel Writing Displacement, which apparently doesn't only appear when I'm struggling with a book. Just when I'm writing one. How generic of it. Hmph. *I* still don't think I'm suffering from it (although I did spend an hour this morning playing solitaire and avoiding writing, so who knows. OTOH, hey, almost 4K today, so my avoidance wasn't very complete), but apparently people have been waiting for it to strike, so maybe I'm wrong. (Hmph. Again.) At any rate, Mom says I shouldn't cut my hair until I'm done writing the book (not that I'd have time anyway) and after ALL THIS TIME I'm not going to crap out six weeks before X3, and then I'll be writing another book, so I think I'll be about forty-eight before I get to cut my hair again.

I walked down to the store today, and while I was gone, my wonderful husband vacuumed and straightened up the living room. Given that he's not only broken, but has come down with a flu-like bug, I thought that was extra splendid of him. The downstairs looks *much* nicer. Although wow, the carpet in the living room is just plain dirty. Nasty. Maybe once we're unpacked we'll have somebody come clean it. That would probably go a long way toward getting the old smoke smell out, too. Gah.

I coulda sworn I had interesting things to talk about, but since I don't seem to, maybe I'll stop typing now and post this.

miles to Mount Doom: 451.5