spaghettihead

Good morning, y’all. The sun is trying to come out, but it’s still obviously overcast. Spring has arrived; we’ve gone a whole week without any frozen precipitation. The forecast claims today will be nicer, and hopefully the breeze isn’t too brisk. I’d like to spend more than 10 minutes outside.

Yesterday was nice. The sun was out, and I was in an ok mood. It was definitely too breezy to spin anything other than the heavier props. I spun poi outside for a little while. The pods were just heavy enough to spin, as long as the wind wasn’t gusting. But I did go outside, and that’s what mattered to me.

@poptartapocalypse

the sun is out, it’s warm, and if the breeze would settle down, it would be perfect out there on the patio. I managed to go outside for a little while, and it was great to be in the open air #moodhoops #leviwand

♬ Limbo Rock – Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass

When I wasn’t outside – which, let’s be honest, was most of the day – I was probably either dancing or fucking with the new hair. I finished installing it and immediately went to bed on Wednesday night, so I never had a chance to fuck with it until yesterday. To be honest, I absolutely had a moment of “WTF have I done?” when I finished. However, after fucking with it a little and rearranging the noodles, my fears settled down and I do love it. It feels simultaneously not-me and ABSOLUTELY ME. I’m a bog witch and it’s awesome.

Shawshank asked if it felt weird going from chin-length bob to making sure I don’t sit on it when I pee. On one hand, I can feel it, I can feel its weight. Obviously they’re moving if I’m doing anything (playing Just Dance required more prep than normal). On the other hand, this is not my first rodeo with long hair. I spent half the morning playing with it, trying to figure out what styles I can do. It’s like having a giant fidget toy attached to my body. One bonus of buying cheap-ass synth locs from China is their Velcro-like qualities. I can simply pile it on top of my head like a handful of ramen and it’ll stay like that for a bit.

Shawshank wants to fill it with trinkets. I might go through the art supplies, dig out the modelling clay, and sculpt some little skull beads.

The sun is breaking through the clouds. I should go be a human; the earlier I get the day going, the more fun I can have.

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