Bandwagon time!

Since I jump on it every other time, why not this? Thanks to Utterly Brilliant Thoughts...

One word only...here goes...

• Yourself: frustrated
  
• Your partner: imaginary
  
• Your hair: red
  
• Your mother: worried
  
• Your father: bachelor
  
• Your favorite item: books
  
• Your dream last night: none?
  
• Your favorite drink: tea
  
• Your dream car: Kharman Ghia (I know it's two words, but that's the name of it!!)
  
• Your dream home: old
  
• The room you are in: office
  
• Your ex: alcoholic
  
• Your fear: spiders
  
• Where you want to be in ten years: content
  
• Who you hung out with last night: Asha
  
• What you're not: content
  
• Muffins: blueberry
  
• One of your wish list items: Buffy
  
• Time: fleeting
  
• The last thing you did: change
  
• What you are wearing: comfy
  
• Your favorite weather: sun
  
• Your favorite book: L'Engle
  
• Last thing you ate: pudding
  
• Your life: unexpected
  
• Your mood: blech
  
• Your best friends: loving
  
• What are you thinking about right now: food
  
• Your car: old
  
• What are you doing at the moment: typing
  
• Your summer: awaited
  
• Relationship status: single
  
• What is on your tv: plant
  
• What is the weather like: chilly
  
• When is the last time you laughed: today
  

Today is Bad Poetry Day

Ok, it isn't really. I just felt like writing it, so...

Where's "The End"?

If this was a movie
and I was cast in a role,
today would be the third act.
All the audience would know
there is more to come -
that boy will realize he loves me,
I'll wear a beautiful wedding dress.
The women would leave the theatre
with tears in their eyes
and the men would feel a little happy.
But then I'd be stuck
back in the projection booth,
rewound to the beginning
and waiting for the next show.
Somehow, I keep getting rewound
before the fourth act ever comes.

I Feel Pretty...

I'm really quite proud of the fact that I'm not usually a girly-girl. I like to camp, I enjoy sports (both watching and playing, although I'm not so good at much of the playing). I often go without make-up or washing my hair and I'm not above being seen in public in a ratty tee shirt. If no one important is looking, at least. But there's something about getting your hair done that turns everyone into a girl for a little while.

I don't remember what the natural color of mmy hair is. I think it might be somewhere between a mousy-brown and a dirty-blonde. Since high school it's been a rainbow of blonde/brown/red/purple/pink. At different times. Mostly. Often I do the color myself quite cheaply. But on Saturday my hairdresser dyed my hair a lovely deep auburn that I am still in the process of adoring. AND she blew my hair straight, so for one day I got to pretend that I had lovely shiny straight hair instead of curls all over. I like my curls, usually, but I felt so...posh.

So, of course, I came home and took pictures of myself. Is that weird? Probably. That's ok. I'll be back to talking like a sailor and sitting in a decidely unladylike manner in no time.

Wishing and waiting

Maudlin line from a song time: "Don't wish, don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart."

Doesn't matter what you wish for. That certain man to think you're terrific, grandparents to live forever instead of fading into nothing, more money so that you can do whatever it is you're wanting...wishing does no good. And yet we all do it.

So I wish and I wait and I know that none of the things I wish for will ever happen. Sigh.