Bleach It

OK, so don't judge me, but I have gone and bleached/dyed my hair blond. Well, alright, it already WAS a little blond, but I did highlights and now I am like Barbie blond. As though I needed any more fuel for the 'locavore' Austin fire, being from Cali and all, but now I look like the kind of person that may have surf wax in her purse or something. But, then again, Texans do love the crazy blond, big-haired thing. It's OK though, I think it adds that bit of zest to things in my life (not that I am too short on that right now). I have started school and it feels amazing to be actually doing something with my time. I mean, hey, I am all for long afternoons where I nuzzle up with the spine of a book, but I do need more than that, too.

Work is strangely exhilarating. I mean, who knew that setting up my class and attending department and team meetings could get me so thrilled? It's kind of sick really. I even know that I am that irritating 'young-en' that is always smiling and has the energy of a Cocker Spaniel. I'm sure it will pass by the end of next week, but right now I'm having way too much fun wearing pencil skirts and using academic acronyms. Bleh, I am a sad, sad case aren't I?

I guess there is a reason for my new highlights. I said goodbye to someone that for some reason I was hanging onto. Sort of like those scabs that you keep on because, hey, you kind of like that people think you're a badass. But really, you need to just pluck it off and throw it in the bin. So, I did that, but it looked more like me tip-toeing up to his porch and dropping his fabulously baggy gray sweatpants on the doorstep along with a note that made me seem more mature than I'm really feeling. So...the next night, I scheduled a hair appointment and BAM! I am back in action. I am a sassy gal and I have sassy hair so whatcha gotta say about it?

It has been miserably hot. I mean, I may-peel-off-my-shirt-in-front-of-a-stranger-just-to-get-a breeze-from-their-open-aghast-mouth kind of hot. The A/C at my school is on 'low', as in, low on cost not low in temperature. So, not only do I get to see my fabulous colleagues, but I get to smell them as well (and I am not excluding myself from the stench by any means).

It is amazing to go back to a place and realize, hey, I know people here and I don't think they hate me too much. In fact, this morning, when I walked into the ELA District Meeting, a new women from my school raised her hand up immediately and rushed me over with a grin as though I had coffee beans grinding in my chest. She was alone, granted, and may have asked Charles Manson to join the group, but she noticed me and I was equally glad to be welcomed by her. Then, the other people from our school came in. I got to see them, one by one, make eye contact with me and start in my direction, as though I were somehow part of their directional purpose. It was kind of cool.

Anyways, I am actually exhausted now that I am at home, in my room, and in the cool-ish air that somehow flows in magic whisps around my room in icy chunks. I picked up a book that my dear friend Roger gave me and now it sits, on my bed, awaiting my arrival and my sweet grasp on its cover. (Has anyone noticed my talk of books is becoming sexual? No? OK good.)

That is all for now. No real theme to this post, but they don't make sticky notes big enough for my ranting brain OK?