Too broke for a haircut leads to silliness...

Right now, I have (I think) 13 bright pink sponge curlers doing a reasonably good job of putting my hair in a choke hold. I cannot afford a haircut right now, so I'm looking elsewhere for ideas on how to make my hair look presentable.

I have not had a haircut since December. And while you may think this is no big deal, I feel the need to remind everyone how short my hair SHOULD be:

...Except I can't find a picture from right after my last haircut. I suppose this is what happens when you're the crazy, over-zealous photo-taker of the group.

Anyway. My hair is now long enough to put back into a ponytail, albeit a very short one. I can no longer use a straightener to make it look fabulous (or at least, it's beyond my meager hair-taming capabilities). Now, I am still tempted to dye it purple, but that won't solve my unmanageability issues (and would probably make them worse).

Yesterday I considered lightly curling all of my hair with a small curling iron. Last night I told my mother I want to grow my hair out and get a body wave perm. Then, whilst wandering Wal-Mart this evening, I had a revelation: sponge curlers. Hence the 13 or so that are clustered on my head right now. I hope my hair is long enough to keep them all in.

The goal? Wavy tousled locks. Or something. We'll see how this all turns out tomorrow. And since I actually have to leave the house tomorrow (2 separate trips to the airport, first dropping off Ma, then picking up Shibbs), I'm that much more motivated to do a good job. Plus, Shelby's initial reaction should give me a pretty good idea whether or not I look like a total fool.

I'm hoping I don't. Because, you see, if this works, then I can achieve a body wave perm without all the chemicals which would undoubtably make me lose hair. Plus, since I've ravaged it a bit with hair dye, there's a possibility that everything could go wrong and ALL of my hair would fall out. And putting curlers in only takes about 15 minutes, so it's something I could easily do at night before bed. AND THEN, I'd have an excuse to switch back to taking a shower at night, allowing for at least 15 more minutes of sleep the following morning.

By the way, this is what happens when I spend a lot of time on my own. I have long, drawn-out arguments with myself over hare-brained hairstyling ideas, and eventually I start muttering my ideas to myself. Or to a cat.

But anyway, day four is done, and I realized this afternoon I missed jotting down a few thoughts on day three. Day three wound up being a bit of a let-down since the hummus I was excited for turned out to have no real discernable flavor. In fact, the celery had more taste than the hummus. Next time I'm making my own.

Omlets are now my new best friends. I put Hatch green chile in my western omlet this morning and promptly had my mind blown. Fan-tastic.

I have three cute new dresses, but I've only had the opportunity to wear one. The other two are waiting to be unveiled when I return to England. Though there is a possibility of a west coast debut, if the right occasion comes along. The one dress I have worn is my new best friend, although Stacy and Clinton of What Not to Wear would screech at me for wearing it. I have watched too many reruns of that show in the past week.

I should probably go to bed now. And at any rate, I forgot what else I was going to say.