30 Days of Nonsense. In a month and a half.

I have this strange love for ridiculous things. If it's totally unnecessary, or done just for the sake of whimsy, there's a very good chance I'll like it.

And I love writing. I made my father spend a decent-sized chunk of money so that I could spend four years studying writing. I have a mostly useless degree in it. Yay liberal arts!

And to combine the two, I will once again be participating in NaNoWriMo! Hooray!

I have no idea what I'm going to write about! Hooray!

Don't care. It's fun. I'm going to have thirty days' worth of literary babies with NaNoWriMo. 50,000 words' worth of babies. In thirty days. Amazing.

I wonder what I'll end up writing about.

A different sort of delicious

Today I got my hair trimmed by the girl who always does it. I like her because she's really nice, and she's really quiet in a way that doesn't make me feel uncomfortable for being really quiet. It seems like everyone but me chats to the person cutting their hair, and I never know what to say to this near stranger who I see once maybe every two months, so I like that I don't feel awkward not talking to her. Plus, she's really good about not yanking on my hair, as I'm still tender-headed, in some weird childhood holdout of mine. Sometimes, when it's more tangly than usual, she'll even just hand me a comb and let me do it myself, which is so much better than the alternative of her having to yank on my hair, and me making her feel guilty by wincing, and me feeling guilty for making her feel guilty.

Anyway.

Today she used this peppermint shampoo that was amazing. First it made my scalp all tingly, and now my hair smells delicious. Can I just cancel all my plans for the evening and enjoy the smell of my hair all night instead?

This is something I never expected to say, on this blog or anywhere else, but I want to have babies with the smell of my own hair right now.

Is that weird?