enough is enough.  there is only so long one can go about one's life with heavy, loafy hair.  there's a limit and i reached it.  the truth is i was desperate and the desperation was pushing me towards drastic action.  i tried out the idea all afternoon.  "i'm going to cut my own hair." i'd say, plopping down on a nearby chair, gauging reactions, including my own.  i talked with sarah about doing a skype snippity session, but in the end i did some world wide web research and watched some videos by curly girl snippers.  i decided to try it out.  i took it curl by curl like lorraine says, cut it where it lives!  the result?  not bad, not bad.  i'll know better after i warsh it.

i also decided to give it a coconut milk, coconut oil hair mask with a dash of lemon.  i hope my hair likes it.  i hope i don't wake up tomorrow with a greasy mullet.  or green hair like anne shirley.  or bald.  i don't have a good head for bald.  maybe you do.  bully for you.

i helped mom and dad move in on saturday evening.  their street is pitch black but i felt my way towards the big truck and the house.  jordan was there with jane and maria (jaria?  marane?) and a bunch of people from his ward.  they were bustling about with furnitures and boxes.  i made my way past them to the kitchen.  and that's where i spent my time, unpacking mom's kitchen.  their new place seems nice.  i'd describe it as a sprawling basement suite.  man ma and pops have a lot of kitchen stuff.  it wouldn't be a real mom and dad move if someone didn't rib mom about having an extra freezer or fridge...

i'm just not feeling it right now.  can't seem to write.

last night i watched a flamingo documentary.  i liked it.  birds are beautiful and freaky at the same time sometimes. 

blah ;a;dl  there it is.