lillith8

I get the biggest thrill from having the fiancee color my hair. Really. He actually does it. One of my great accomplishments.

After we had been going out for a while I started teasing him about having him do it one day. Of course, he very definately said no. I immediately put it on my to do list. Must con...er...convince..yeah that sounds better.....convince him to do my hair. No real reason other than just to see if I could. It took two more years, moving in together and showing him the bill from the salon before he caved in. Muah ha ha ha ha!

The only other thing that comes close is having named his new car Princess Sparkle and actually having him call the car that as well. Go me.

The hair session came about tonight because we are leaving for the trip home to New Orleans tomorrow morning. As usual, I left this until the last minute. I am both looking forward to going back to the city and equally not wanting to see my parents. I get along with them much better now that we're in different states and haven't lived together for many years, but I still have a grudge for many things from my childhood. I'm sure that a lot of people there carry some unresolved issues around with their parents, but I'm thinking I probably carry a grudge around LOTS longer than most. Believe it.

Well, off to pack. 'Cause you know that's not done yet either. -and it's 10 pm here.

Got back from Kung Fu a little while ago. Class was frustrating tonight. I've missed the past two weeks solid since I was sick. Kind of hard to do energetic things when you can't breathe. So I've missed a bunch and that's always annoying. No matter how unrealistic it is, I always get mad at myself when I can't almost instantly do something. Not necessarily perfectly, but at least decently. 

We were learning a new form that I just wasn't getting and I was getting really upset. I think the teacher noticed. She knows me pretty well by now. At least I got my private lesson scheduled for next week before I left. Of course I'll be at class on Wednesday, but that doesn't really catch me up. 

Then I got home and went to practice a little with the chain whip I'm trying to learn. The stuff I already knew was fine, but it was impossible to learn something new. I just couldn't do it. I had to make myself stop before I threw the damn whip through a window. 

So I ate dinner and started to drink some sake. Ah, sake. It makes things better. I've got some really nice pear infused sake right now that I'm enjoying.

I have like, the freaking plague or something. I swear for the past month I have not been able to get completely well. It's this allergy thing that keeps feeding back into a sinus infection. Just when I think I'm better oh no. It's back. I got so sick that they've got me on steroids to supress my allergy reactions. What the hell?! The FIVE DAMN YEARS I took allergy SHOTS weren't enough? -and I'm completely phobic about needles. What fun the nurses had when I was little chasing me down the doctor's hallways and pulling me from underneath the exam tables. I hope I made them as miserable as they made me. I don't care if they were only doing their jobs. It sucked. No bribe I was ever offered was good enough to balance those freakin' shots. I thought all that took care of this severe reaction crap. But oh, no. It's back like a guy in a bar that won't take a hint. Sigh. Well, at least I got to sit at home all day and watch anime.

It's my personal rule. If I am so sick I can't breathe even after I've taken the prescription decongestants, can't sleep unless I'm propped up on pillows so I don't cough all night and have to go to the doctor's then I damn well don't have to go to work. So there.

So apparently I really can't keep up with making a journal. I must try to remember that it doesn't always have to be about huge things and that I can indeed ramble on about whatever crosses my mind. I can whine, complain, rant and share to my hear't s content. Unfortunately I've never been very good at sharing. Much of anything at all. It would probably do me good to learn how to share at least a little. I'm sure my boyfriend would like it. He starts wondering what I'm up to when I don't let him in on things. Of course, it doesn't help that he's usually right and I am up to something. Sigh. Well, I'll just have to make a note to myself to do this at least every other day. Then maybe it'll be a habit.