lolamatopoeia: (marilyntiredhead)
Today was ok at work, I think. I still hate it to the very core, but I'm deciding to make the most of it. I'm trying, as carefully and deliberately as possible, to be as positive as I can at work. I have to force it most of the time, but I get a bit better at it throughout the day and y'know it just, it just keeps me sane.

I need recommendations. I am in a huge hair rut and I need a change. I'm just sick of the way my hair looks and I have no idea what to do with it anymore. Whatever I do it just ends up looking the same. I've even been considering going super short Mia Farrow-like but I know I've always regretted it eventually when I get it done. It's also just a pain the butt to grow out. Also, if I'm going to NZ for a year or so I have a feeling I'll be taking a lot of pictures and I would hate to look back on pictures and think 'oh yeah, New Zealand - that's where I had that really bad hairdo' whenever they include me. Does anyone know where I could look or go to find the best kind of cut and style for my face shape? Would it be crazy to go into a hair salon and ask for a consultation?

Also, I need a good book. A real page turner. I want a book that I can't put down - I miss that feeling. I started reading 'Tropic of Cancer' a while ago and I just don't think I'm in the right state to read it right now. Nothing wrong with the book, I'm just not into reading post-modernist stream of consciousness stuff about absense of plot/meaning, etc. I started reading 'Delta of Venus' and it's great except that, well, I can't read erotica all the time and the last story I read from the collection ended with a vaginal mutilation scene. Not so good for the vaginismus therapy.
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I have been trying to read Henry Miller's "Tropic of Cancer" on and off for the past few weeks and I'm not sure if there's just something I'm not getting or that I haven't been focussed enough for it, but I ... I'm just not into it. It's not that it is bad, it's just that I'm feeling 'meh' about it. Reading it feels forced at this point. I'm not sure what it is about it that has put me off. Maybe it's that I had such high expectations, or maybe it's the style, I'm not sure. It feels somehow inaccessible. I'm not sure how to describe it. To be blunt, it feels as though I'm reading an oddly disjointed and aimless story revolving around an exclusive group/non-group of pretentious writers in Europe who just fuck and write and constantly reflect (coldy) on themselves and on writing in a dull and removed, self-revolving, style that is virtually unrelatable. Even the fucking is emotionless and unappealing. The writing feels elitist, inaccessible, and masturbatory (for the writer rather than the reader) and not in a good way.

I don't know, maybe I'm missing something. I'm probably missing something. Or, maybe I'm on to something.

In unrelated news, this week has been and continues to be busy. I'm spending time with friends, new and old. I'm going out, seeing new things, having fun, getting fresh air. I'm going to a burlesque show on Friday and I have nothing to wear! I'm not spending Friday night in thermal underwear! It is all very, very good. Busy is good.
lolamatopoeia: (straight in the eye)
I've been being so superficially productive lately! I mean, who cares if I haven't showered, shaved, or read significant amounts of school-related anything in a little while? I've baked! I've cleaned! I've read far more interesting materials!

My campus bookstore is having their annual booksale this year and the prices of certain texts are so ridiculously cheap, it's wonderful, refreshing, even! I was late for all of my appointments the day I discovered the sale. While I was pissed to see one of my course books on sale for 3.99 while I'd paid something like 21.95 for it a few months ago, I consoled my eager self by purchasing the previously too darned expensive The Joy of Cooking for 6.99 and a book about an imaginary beer-drinking, closet-dwelling giraffe named Jim who gives some British bloke advice on how to better fuck his wife, which I just couldn't bear to pass up. I'll be diving into that one as soon as I've finished my current distraction from texts such as this and this.

Also, with the combination of a few holiday gift cards and my sister's employee discount, I was finally able to get my hands on Gayla Trail's lovely gem of a gardening guide-book, You Grow Girl. I'm ridiculously excited about the prospect of growing my own herbs and watching my baby plants grow, joining a community garden, and making my new home a palace of greenery and no longer the palace of plant deaths! You Grow Girl

I cleaned my room last night and now it smells like oranges instead of assholes!

I made banana muffins today, via Lady Sra's recipe, because I don't eat my spotty bananas fast enough and I prefer baking to reading more theory, and they turned out fantasmically! I ate three just now!

Also, here's a vagina snake for you (taken from her(/e)):
Vagina Snake
Take that!

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