True Confessions

I have a secret. I try very hard to keep it hidden.

But I will share it with you.

I am in fact very messy and disorganized.

I don't have a lot of stuff. This is deliberate - I've moved from place to place to place too many times to count right now, and packing stuff up and carting it around is a pain in the ass. Also, a lot of stuff was in my grandparents house - have no idea what ever happened to it. Even more stuff is in my parents house. I'm sure it's still there but I'm not about to go get it, especially with no car.

I've spent today packing stuff in boxes and getting it all ready to move downstairs. It amounts to two bags, two boxes (one box is just computer and electronic things, too) and some random furniture. I have a folding table and two folding chairs, I have this weird tray table thing and I have two milk crates and a post office box (shhhhhh) and I have a wooden stool and this little foldy-mini-ladder and then the futon. THATS IT.

And yet somehow, with this very small amount of stuff in a three bedroom house, I have managed to make a HUGE MESS.

Go figure.

Imagine if I had more stuff. What kind of mess would ensue then?

Me My Hair And I

Well everything major is all packed up and organized. As of tomorrow afternoon I will now reside on the first floor. I will no longer contend with a flight of stairs every time I leave the house. I will also not have an automatic ride to work every night. But I'm dealing with that... there are a lot of people my age who don't drive around here. They somehow still leave the house. So I can do it too, right? I just have to get really good at finding rides. Which means I have to take really good care not to piss anyone off.

This is real. We're painting the upstairs this weekend. Then there will be carpet. And then the furniture is being delivered. I took Ruth up on her offer and she is taking me shopping for house things next week. She is super excited. She can't wait. I think she might be a compulsive shopper or something. We'll see.

In another month the trolley will be running. I totally forgot about the trolley. It won't get me to work at the restaurant but it will get me to the coffee co's second store. But I'm still trying to resist that.

In another month people will be renting my upstairs. My income will finally exceed my expenditure. Well, no, really it wont. Because I'll still be spending. If all goes according to plan, by next summer I should be able to live in the other house and rent both floors of this house. And the other house is such a freakin' mess, I'm not even legally allowed to live there. It is non-livable.

But this is still real.

So tonight I finally got sick of my stupid looking half-done hair. Underneath it was maroon with black tips and on top it was pale yellow with orang-y tips. This is because it was all maroon with black tips, and had been for a while, but I decided one day I wanted it to be white. So I bleached the top half, and then never finished it. Tonight I re-bleached, getting the underside to a nice yellow and the top half not much lighter of a yellow than it already was. Then I wrapped it up in saran wrap and toner for about three hours. Then I got out the scissors and gave myself a serious hair cut - I cut off all the stubborn hair that was once the black tips. That was screwing me up, I think. Black dye is insidious. Then of course, I had to keep cutting it until it looked like a haircut and not, you know, a hack job. It's pretty short now. But then I re-did it with blue toner, and now - now it's definitely platinum blonde. It's not white yet, but I need to stop for now, or my hair is gonna freakin' fall out.

I ALMOST HAVE WHITE HAIR. JUST LIKE AN OLD PERSON.

AIN'T IT GREAT?