You reminded me of my kindergarden teacher, Dr. Brown, and you were amazing. You liked the flowers. I don’t think I remember ever seeing you wear slacks. And you used to sing to us. I was always jealous that I only had you for my science class and yet you were the homeroom teacher for both Mal and Shelly as they seemed so much closer because of your theatrics.

There’s something about a sense of normality that I take for granted, yet other times I rely heavily on that lack of realization so I can turn and take away that normality to help me appreciate why I ever though I needed it in the first place. It’s a vicious circle. For example when I cut my hair: I don’t particular like short hair, I don’t particular like long hair- I get in moods where everything seems to be the same as it was yesterday and it’s going to be that way tomorrow and the day next. So I want to somehow stop that. Change is good- but there are some things that I’ve come to realize I like being constant. Of course there are the bigger things (coming home to Tyler, Rue, Jei, and my cat) but there are also smaller things I would like to remain semi-constant if not always constant. I like my hair color. My brown semi-red because it’s MINE and nobody can mimic it. Not with dye, highlights, or cuts. Sure it’s fun to dye once and while to see what it would be like- heck, we all know I’m the queen of wearing wigs, but I think it’s great when we can flaunt ourselves on our days off. Well, the bad news is I’m rambling- but the good news is: My hair is back to normal.

And I saw a bus-ad today that said:
Get Naked.
Then ‘naked’ was crossed out and corrected (by the company that printed the sign, not a graffiti artist) to read:
Get a Job.
And did you know?
That made me really sad.

Go ahead and stay naked.
And also do whatever you want.