I'm not allowed to leave the apartment today until it's super organized and clean. I decided this yesterday, when I heard it was supposed to be warm-ish and sunny. I had visions of throwing open the windows and twisting up my hair into a messy but quasi-hot pile on top of my head and getting all Martha Stewart while the early tournament games played in the background.
Instead, I wake up and it's SNOWING. It's freaking snowing. Five days ago, I was at the lake by my house reading in 77-DEGREE WEATHER.
And now it's snowing. Who wants to spring clean when it's cold outside? I'm still not allowed to leave the house until it's clean, though, because that's the rule, so I'm all about the procrastination instead. I'm sitting on my couch in my pajamas, going between the Friday Night Lights marathon on Bravo and the SUPER AWESOME (for real) Ohio State-Xavier game. And now blogging.
Because life isn't that exciting when you're under house arrest, I'm going to tell you about my hair. Remember when I said that my hair got fried during the hellacious Power Outage of '07? It happened again yesterday! I'm sitting at my desk, minding my business, when a freaking CHUNK of hair falls out.
(It was actually more than that, but it fell apart when I picked it up.)
OK! That's my HAIR! Falling OUT! Do you see the weird-looking thing at the end? That's what made me finally realize what it was: I switched to a boar-bristle brush about the same time I switched to a hotter blow dryer. I got another new brush last week, and the FIRST TIME I used it, the bristles started coming apart. I was like, WTF?!? I think what happens is, the bristles melt when the dryer's too hot, and take whatever hair they're touching with them.
So the upshot is, my hair is a little bit of a mess right now. I can kinda make it blend together, but basically, it's a mess. It's a little stressful. Now I have to get a new brush AND new hair.
Girl Scout cookie watch: I just ate the last four! The cookies are GONE! The other day, I was leaving work, and my friend was all, "Give my regards to the Girl Scouts." I laughed about that all night. As I, you know, continued to pile the Samoas into my mouth. Now I just have to work off the three pounds I've gained. Fun times!
OK, going back up to the lake and the 77-degree weather. I'm reading Jodi Picoult's new book, Nineteen Minutes, right now, and it's really good. It's a little hard to read--hard in the way that sad books are hard to read--but good. I'm almost done.
I have to go clean now. Freaking Xavier. Greg Oden's a bitch.