time is going by alright, but i made another bad choice at the cafe across the street. the sandwich was ok, but i think i just don't like french fries anymore, because blehhhhhhhhh.

in an update on my fabulous hair, i have to say that it is actually fabulous. my scalp is starting to be normal again (say what you want about the smell, but herbal essences is sooooo shitty for your scalp. plus, the smell is too fucking strong. bleh.) and it's so soft, it's a crime that no one else is going to touch it.

i would let my brother, but eugh, i know where his hands have been.

last night, he and marcel and i went out to sushi and jesus christ people, it was so good. so. good.

like, wet your panties good.

except for the roll marcel got.

do not ever get anything called a "lambada roll". it'll be so nasty. there'll be tobiko on it, and this mayo based sauce and the menu described the outside pieces of avacado as "buttery".

i know! gross! buttery avacado! bleh!

i like avacado just fine, but in moderate amounts. otherwise, i really like it for my hair.

ladies, gentlemen, it does fantastic things for your hair.

bleh bleh! and then, on the inside of the roll, there wasn't anything good like shrimp or crab or asparagus or something, nope. it only had tuna (which is actually my very favorite, but plain in nigiri, not with buttery anything, just a ton of wasabi and soy and ginger) and salmon. and the cuts of fish he had in his roll had tendons in it! or some other stringy non-tendon-but-seriously-gross-thing-hanging-down-and-hitting-his-bottom-lip-as-he-unhappily-shoveled-that-grossness-into-his-mouth. i know! grosssss!!!!

jon and i chose better than we ever had before, though. i'm telling you: crunchy roll? spicy and crunch are ingredients!

yum.

i think tonight i will paint my fingernails. red, of course. i only ever paint them red.

i don't know what's happening to me. for the last hour or so i have been looking at quilts on ebay. i spent a lot of time early saturday morning doing that too, when i was awake at 4am for no reason at fucking all. i didn't catch this whole shift into somewhat-girliness. this must be what nisha is talking about when she says i'm real feminine.

lu says it too, and it's so weird. i mean, just because i like bedsheets with little yellow flowers on it does not make me...well, yeah, i guess it does. it makes me girlie.

but the yellow flowers are sooooo awesome! they are so pretty and clean looking. and like, spring-y.

i have to get into spring since when i am in iowa, i am going to get snowed in. i know my logic's a bit opaque there, but i understand it and it's my bed, so you just back off if i want to have little yellow flowers all over it.

oh . my . god . though.

the spring set that dee made me. dude, when lauren sees it, she's gonna plotz. it's got one side with yellow and blue flowers, like little tiny ones. and then the other side is the same blue, but with a totally different pattern of even smaller, even prettier flowers.! and she made pillow cases with a ribbon that matches the blue, and my very favorite part is she made a flat sheet that's just plain muslin, but there's the blue ribbon going across the top of that too.

you cannot understand how much i love ribbon. in fact, i am going to start braiding my hair and using ribbon to tie it up. or something like that.

it's shiny and soft and when i was a little little girl i didn't have a blanky, i just had a piece of ribbon that was probably an inch and a half wide and frayed at the end. i would lace it through my fingers and and suck on my thumb while i rubbed the soft soft frayed end against the end of my nose.

this was my woowoo.

you read that right.

it was so much better than a blanket because i could take it anywhere, and no one really thought much about it. and it was so soft. and it smelled good, like dried spit. and i would carry the same woowoo around until it completely fell apart, and then blam, my mom would just produce another 4 inch (or so) strip of ribbon with one end frayed and i was good to go.

so you see, the love of the ribbon goes way back.

and just so's you know, just because i'll have really pretty, great smelling, obnoxiously girlie hair does not mean that i can't tuck that shit up under a beanie, pull on some coveralls and learn how to mechanic.

because i am still really into that idea.

either that, or refueling jets.

i bet that would be awesome.

and i could probably wear my straw cowboy hat there.