I got my pixie cut finally. I had a hard time explaining to the stylist that I won't use a blow-dryer, flat-iron or any product that comes in plastic bottles in my hair. I'm sure he thought I was crazy. It's a good cut though.
I think I am getting sick again. Sigh.
Hopes raised and then disappointed in the job search. I applied to do another volunteer thing for yet another festival and right away they called me an offered me a paid position as Volunteer Coordinator. Turns out my 'boss' from the internship I did in September took the job and then left after two days. So of course I called her and it turned out they were so disorganized she quit. I think I will have to turn this one down....
I see Walrus quite a bit and we text frequently. It mostly feels fine. I noticed we still are fairly comfortable with touching each other (in not sexual ways) and sharing food. I still fuss about him. There is a tiny bit of emotion that can surface at odd moments. When he gave me my birthday present (a hat) I hugged him and I think both of us out of habit moved for a quick kiss and then stopped ourselves. I sometimes wonder what we get out of the friendship. Maybe it will fade away as he builds his new life. Am I still trying to rescue him? I think yes, to some degree.
My internet has been cutting in and out for a week. Makes me realize how much of my life I spend on it. And instead of finding something better to do, I spend twice as long trying to load pages...
I think I have to do a part two to 'Self Image' but not tonight.
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