Now that I have hair, and since Christy gave me my first cut in over a year, I’ve been trying to find the right “goop” to make my hair happy. Gel drys my hair out. Crunchy is good for cereal and crackers, not for hair. My anti-frizz stuff makes my hair shiney, but my waves and curls are wild and need something heavier to tame them. Due to my animal rights beliefs, I won’t buy products tested on animals. Honestly, why would someone want to slather a beagle or bunny with gel or hair shampoo? Anyway, I found the perfect product. It tames the frizz but keeps things light enough so that my curls bounce around. It’s the little things….

I’m D’s model for his art class. He’s been snapping shots of me, posing like a dork, or sitting solemnly. What I’ve come to realize recently is that I’ve gotten fat and aged. It’s disheartening and depressing. It didn’t help that I thumbed through old pictures when I cleaned out my closet. The weight thing continues to be an issue. All I can do is change it, but it feels impossible sometimes. I say this all the time, but damn, I just get bummed.

I’m starting to pack things up. The first mountain to tackle- the books. I am guesstimating, but I believe when we pack up all the books, it will take the same space as our couch. That’s a shitload of space, if you were wondering. After digging through shelves (I stacked the books two deep because I ran out of room) I found: Julie’s Harry Potter books, the Dogfather’s Superman books (I need to get those to you), and I discovered some comics that Frankie lent me in my closet. I packed four boxes of books. Although I promised not to give any books away, there are more than a few that I got for free when I worked at Borders that I no longer want. Donations, anyone? I think we are going to cull the comics collection as well. I bought tons of comics and now they just take up space. I may not get rid of all of them, but I think most are going somewhere. Donations, anyone? The next thing to tackle in terms of packing - D’s closet of doom. A few scanners, Cds, art supplies, computer books and a dead body or two, his closet has it all. Donations, anyone? Hehehehe….seriously though - we have a pimp scanner that works like ass with the Mac, so we want to get rid of it….

After drunken Karoke on Friday night (more on that a little later), we recovered only to go to a party. Leslie is an art adjunct a Rollins. She taught my very first class - Art 101. I love her personality, and her irreverent nature, and that she didn’t take things so seriously but she still made you understand the gravity and brilliance of art. She likes to teach barefoot and mock the saints. But, I remember so much about the art and I think that is due to her teaching style. Over the years, we’ve become friends. When I got an invitation to her Spring gathering, I thought it was a party for her students. I checked the e-mail list and recognized a name or two. I thought the rest of the people were her new students, ones have taken her since I was in her last class. D and I were about an hour late. I had to finish cleaning my living room. We bought some wine and headed over to her houes. I was shocked when I stepped into the living room. Screaming kids - gobs of them - raced through the kitchen, onto the front porch and out the back door. Then I saw the adults. I didn’t recognize anyone. Her Spring gathering was not for her students, but for her friends. At first I was apprehensive. What in the hell do I have in common with middle aged mothers and members of her book club. But, as always, D and I made friends with the guy who likes video games. He is the father of two little girls and lives within walking distance from us. We geeked out, talked about games and living in our neighborhood and the trails and tribulations of the hurricane. Then I got into a discussion with another Rollins adjunct (I forgot her name…I’m so bad with names). D and I were some of the last ones to leave, but I had a wonderful time. Leslie made lots of veggie food and even took the time to cut the veggie stuff on a different cutting board, so as to keep it free of meat-taint. It’s wierd to transition from a student to a friend, but I am so glad we went. The only bad thing — she gave us a ginormous bottle of wine when we left, which we finished in our living room. Bad idea. We just don’t know how to say no. It was fun though.

D and I watched Superman Returns last night. It kind of sucked. The pacing felt off, lagged at some points and rushed through on others. The guy who played Superman looked the part, and I enjoyed his performance. Parker Posey and Kevin Spacey also did well. Elements of the film really worked for me, but it didn’t seem to fit together cohesively. It was good popcorn fare, but far from my favorite.

We went to Big Daddy’s on Friday to celebrate my admittance to grad school. Ginny and Amanda met us there, and Jenny and Heather joined the fray. I found it hilarious that Heather and Amanda have such horrid taste in music. They love 80’s rock. It’s just scary. The conversation went from make up to moving to graduation and back to booze. I had such a lovely time, and I sang again. Someone should really stop me. My voice sounds like a screaming cat trying to sing opera. Yeah, good stuff. But the beers were lovely. I tried a new beer: Spring Heat (doesn’t that sound like a porno name?) We bebopped to the music, marveled at the good singers (there were more than a few) and laughed and loved that tiny guy that sings “My Way” every Friday night. I can’t even begin to explain how adorable he is.
What in the hell is up with this weather? It’s cold and rainy today — the high is 62. Did someone forget to tell the Elements that it is spring? Not that I mind. I love this stuff, but I started to put away my warmer clothes and then had to pull them back out again.

So, that’s it for me. I’m planning my trip to PA in June, and trying to find a good cheap flight. I am going to rent a car while I am up there. That means I will get lost. I hate getting lost. I get lost everywhere. I need a personal navigator, and I am soooooooo not kidding. After talking with a few people, I realized that I didn’t explain the Seton Hill thing properly. It’s a low-residancy program, which means that I fly up to the school once a year - for a week, and the rest of my studies are online. It’s the perfect blend of face-time and distance. I think it’s going to rock.

And now I have to listen to my geeky podcasts and run a report. I wish I was on vacation.