Being crippled has admittedly made me severely neglect my appearance. Those who’ve been kind enough to visit me, especially during my four days of being stuck in a recliner, can attest to that. I’ve been throwing my hair up in a pony tail mostly, so I haven’t taken stock of its length since, well, May 23rd when I first broke my foot. And it’s pretty darn long! And so far I am not tempted to cut it off. We’ll see how I continue during the hot, hot NC summer months. But I am more determined then ever this time! When I do end up cutting my hair though (it’s definitely a when, not an if!) I think I will cut it back to this length. It’s a good balance between short and long.

I bought some pink headphones today because, like magattacksyou, I lose/break/destroy/devour headphones frequently. And these pink ones were on sale at target so I was really compelled to purchase them.

I learned, or attempted to learn rather, the Stanky Leg today. It’s pretty amazing.

I’m a big Hot Chip fan right now. Actually, let’s just do a little playlist of the songs I’ve been addicted to this week:

SeeqPod – Playable Search

Judge me all you want with that mix. I don’t care. I love allll those songs. Especially Love Story with a lil fist pumpin.

Hey! That was a pretty successful post!

Would you be impressed if I told you I can identify the species of those leaves?

I guess it can’t detect the hot pink fingernails on the person writing?

Here’s what happened tonight: I was driving in the minivan with two other people (they were not distinct people) and I was stopped at the red light at Blue Ridge and Western. It was late at night, and there were no cars coming. For whatever reason, I consciously ran the red light and played it off to my passengers as, “Woah, I can’t believe I just did that! I didn’t realize it!” I immediately see the dreaded blue lights behind me and proceed to try and pull over, at which point I find myself not being able to slow down or control the steering wheel. With the cop behind me the van hits the side of the road, spins — I think to myself, “I hope this is a dream,” and I was jerked awake, very relieved that it is a dream. But now I can’t sleep.

I have dreams about not being able to control the minivan at least once a month I would say. Typically it’s weird situations where my brain is TELLING my body to get control, or I am able to have control of the car, but just am not in control for some reason. I usually seem to be in some sort of daze in my dream — like I should be able to control the car but can’t. It’s a very strange, very real, often frightening feeling. There’s probably some deep meaning behind this, but I’m bored of this dream. Next please.

However, I did manage to semi-fix my theme layout. I got the little bug worked out with the navigation, but I couldn’t figure out why the tree trunk wouldn’t extend down the page in Firefox. I just ended up taking the tree trunk out. Maybe it will return if I can ever figure that glitch out.