Queen of Rambles

I’m having an almost irresistible urge to grab the scissors and just start chop chop chopping away on my hair. Why? I have no idea. My hair isn’t bothering me. I have been paying a lot of money (for me) to get good cuts. I’m very happy with it most of the time. But there are scissors in front of me and I am afraid I might just start hacking.

I’m a woman of impulses.

I am really glad I grew up in the ’80s when self-mutilation was not a popular form of freakiness for girls. I don’t think I would have done it, simply because I can’t stand pain, but I think the urge would have been there. I like sharp objects. Weird, weird, weird. At least I’ve never acted on any of my strange desires.

Actually, I did act out on one weird obsession. I was laying in the bathtub and pressed my back against the tub. It made a perfect vacuum and a very satisfying POP! when I pulled back. I did it over and over and over again, never imagining that it could actually harm me.

Two days later Mike totally freaked out and wanted to know if I needed to go to the hospital because I had a huge bruise all over my back. I guess that’s not quite the same as wanting to grab the scissors and just start randomly shorning my head. It gave me a weird feeling, though, when I looked in the mirror and couldn’t figure out what on earth had happened.

Obviously I have nothing exciting to share tonight. It’s hard for a lot of excitement to happen when your just sitting around in your sweat pants all day long. I am feeling much better today. The cold seems to be almost all better. Maybe we can actually do something outside of the house tomorrow. We are both off, so it would be nice to take advantage of a bonus day. More likely we will just go grocery shopping. Whooo-hooo! Aren’t you jealous?

I’ve got a busy week planned after that. Two days of ESL at the best school, then a day of fourth grade dual language at a school I don’t really like at all. I’ve actually only been there twice, but both times the office staff was extremely rude and wouldn’t even tell me the room number I was supposed to go to until I demanded it. Just asking wasn’t good enough. It’s a really weird dynamic at this particular school and I haven’t been there enough to really figure it out.

I think I want This (not work safe). What would I do with it? I have no idea. It’s pretty though. Kind of. I could probably make one a lot cheaper than they are selling them for, but I am not sure I would get the look just right.*

Speaking of sewing. . . . when am I going to get my mom’s quilt done??? On the long side of never I think. I just want to make another New York Beauty quilt. Maybe I will make a small one to re-charge myself since I did tell someone I might make a small one and sell it. That would be a lot more enjoyable.

*Thanks to Mir for the link.

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