|Is that a bedroom? Yes!|
The best thing about having really curly hair is that I can cut it myself without worrying too much about how even it looks. Either way it's going to be a curly mess, with some strands being shirly temple curly and others being straight... Seriously, my hair does things I don't even understand, and I can only partially influence how it'll look on a day to day basis. One thing that did ruin it was about two years of dying it. I went red right after graduating high school and then experimented with various shades of red and one time even went blonde. One afternoon I was going through old pictures and realized how my hair had lost its curl. Of course, that could have just been from getting older, but I decided to let my natural hair grow back out and see if that was the culprit. While I loved having a different hair color, I felt it wasn't worth the loss of my curls. Whaaaat? Someone with curly hair that actually likes it? Yep.
Anyways, it's been almost two years since I last dyed my hair and the last remnants of bleached hair are still growing out. I know it's looked ridiculous as the natural color started making its way out, but I didn't want to continue to dye my hair just to keep it even. Vicious cycles and all, ya know?
Job hunting is an absolute nightmare when employers aren't looking for someone that can only commit three months. All of our resources on post have been tapped, so we're stuck looking at regular 'civilian' options. I don't need to have a job. M's job pays all of our bills and leaves us with play room. However, I'm going rather stir crazy here. Also, we grew comfortable with having a lot more money to play around with. We're not close on money by any means, but the first month was weird for us to adjust to.
Another thing is we want to build up more of our savings so we can relax a bit whenever we move out of country. From what we've been told, it'll take a lot more money than the Army will help us with, and it'll be a long time before I can get a job.
I'm not even looking for management like my last job. I really just want a job. Put me in the kitchen of a restaurant and I guarantee you I'll be right at home, even if I'm surrounded by a bunch of guys. Pay me minimum wage, I don't care. Just don't you dare schedule me 2 or 3 hour shifts and spread them out over 7 days so that I don't have any days off! Give me 8-15 (what? I'm crazy when it comes to work) hour shifts so I can haz moar days off!
|The dining area.|
M wants to go thrifting when he gets home this afternoon, so I'll just change then.
I'm really loving my coffee lately. It helps me wake up when M does so I can fall asleep when he does. A lot of my sleeping issues have gone away in the past two weeks. I still have nights where I can't get to sleep no matter how tired I feel, but I've managed to stay asleep most nights when I do fall asleep. I was worried for a while that I might have to go to a doctor and see if I have some form of insomnia. I probably do, and have had it for several years, but until it truly affects my ability to function as a normal human being I refuse to get help about it. That's how I always do it... though that plan has backfired on me before :)
Aaaand this is the end of anything that you guys would even comprehend if I wrote about it. I'm still contemplating writing about Ultima Online, but I already have a separate UO blog... hmmm.... decisions....