On the hair front

Dad: I saw your new hair
Me: And how do you like it?
Dad: Hmmmmmm
Dad: Do you like it?
Me: I do!
Dad: It's different
Me: Yep, but it feels better if that makes sense.

He didn't say anything else about it, but it doesn't really matter, it's already cut. XD; I told him I was going to grow it out, just not long. And I might decide after I've grown it out some that I really just love rocking short hair. It feels so good not to have to really think about it. Like, I wash it every night and take a few seconds to throw some water on it when I'm away from my room, but it's not hanging, and it's not brushing against my neck. It's just kind of up there and... invisible? Unimportant? I don't know. Something. I don't feel it. I like the fact that I don't feel it unless I run my hands through it, unless I want to.

Also, just got done co-washing it, and decided to try running the comb through. It took a little bit of work, but I got it through the whole TWA. (I've said that means teeny-weeny afro, right?) It was definitely easier to pull it through this time than last time, and I haven't been combing it, so I'm sure the more I work at it, the easier it'll get. This is also the second night I've been back to MY hair products. I couldn't bring them on the plane with me (I was about to pack them and Heather reminded me that the TSA agents would throw them out for being too big, and Shea Moisture stuff is freakin' expensive!), and had to make due with the nasty-smelling hotel conditioner and just moisturizing my hair with water... which, to be fair, is the best moisturizer, so it wasn't all bad.

Looking at swimwear for the cruise. I have a top already (a women's tank I got the year I entered Juniata). Not sure I'm ready to wear the binder around the fam yet. They wouldn't understand. Right now I'm just looking to cover myself up, so I'm looking at board shorts and a shirt to wear over the tank (which, by the way, is black/white striped, and I'm really tempted to replace that, too because it's loud). I wish I'd done this while I was at home, I could've tried things on. :/ I didn't think about it, sadly. Not that I ever like the way I look in swimsuits, anyway. I always look awkward as hell because of all the curves I don't want. Now I just have to kind of measure myself and hope for the best.

I had a mini-rant here about Caitlin, one of my ceramics classmates that went to NCECA, but I deleted it. Long story short, she's an obnoxious immature brat, and I think Johnathan and I trying to explain the concept of gender neutral housing to her (which he lives in, I was SUPPOSED to be living in before they changed things on us, and which Caitlin flat-out refused to accept because she can only see what she thinks a straight couple would do--pretend one of them is trans and move in with their partner) helped us bond. Johnathan's not actually in a ceramics class this year, but he was in Wine in a Vessel with me last semester. We didn't really know each other then. On the second plane ride back, we talked pretty much the whole way home. He's cool. And thankfully he's not a senior this year! So many people I know are leaving in May.