It's just one of those days

You know when you have a to do list over a mile long and instead of taking the time to knock those things out you procrastinate and complain about how long the list is... it's one of those days.

I'm procrastinating by doing one of the things on my list though... blogging. It's raining donkeys and cows outside, I want to go home, and I'm hungry (but I already ate <--- I hate it when that happens).

Anyway, my mom came to visit us this past weekend and check out our new abode. She loves it by the way. We got to catch up and act like teenagers again. HAHA. I admit, I am not one to judge seeing how my life is filled with flaws and imperfections but sometimes I do feel the need to comment on the lack of common sense that seems to be corrupting the world. My mom and I are ALWAYS on the same page when it comes to that stuff. She's pretty cool to be around.

Sidenote: I've discovered that I'm the mean neighbor in the neighborhood. It's no secret that I don't like people, that's why I am in a field where genuine human interactions are minimal. I know more about my Scepter hand held cell counter than I do about most people I talk to on a daily basis... and I like it that way. Being in a neighborhood where human interaction is encouraged just makes me feel awkward, and I'm pretty sure it makes me look awkward to all my neighbors. About two weeks ago my neighbor across the street was up for some friendly conversation and I made it purposefully awkward. I was outside checking the mail (and when is it okay to accost people that are just checking the damn mail?) and she yells from across the street, "So, are you living there now?" I reply, "Uhhh, yea," and walk back in the house. This interaction was perfectly acceptable to me considering I did not want to answer questions about myself or know anything about what goes on over there across the street but in hindsight I probably just looked a little awkward. The strange thing is, I'm okay with that.


Lets talk about my hair. My loctician says its growing (out not down). I don't care either way because I'm really enjoying it at this length. Though I think having big hair is inevitable...It's a part of me. My hair moves and shakes and looks completely different than when I first got them in. About two re-ti's ago an entire lock in the back of my head slipped out. Not slipped out as in fell out (I think I would die if I lost a loc) but unraveled. 6 months in the game and this loc decided to give up. Boy oh boy was that section of hair crazy long. I had it loc'd back up and we've been tight ever since. The locs in the back of my head seem to be sealing and everything so I don't know what was going on with the rogue loc. I also wanted to share that at my last re-ti, my loctician was retwisting some very long traditional locs on this guy's head. GUESS WHAT!!! His ends were curly. So maybe my ends will always be free and spring-loaded. He had to have his locs for at least 5 years and his mature locs still had curly free ends. It put my mind at ease to know that my locs can still mature and be free on the ends.

That's enough of the rambling for now