how to live out of a suitcase

i have exactly three bobby pins left, and one of them is really spread apart so it’s only useful in pinning very large chunks of hair. i could buy more, but then I would have about 78 bobby pins, which is about 70 too many. so let’s see for how long i can hoarde these 2 1/2 bobby pins that i own? I’ve been using them for three weeks now. my prediction is that i’ll hold onto them until my next SUWS trip, then put them somewhere i’ll remember, then go into the field for two weeks and neither know nor care where 2 1/2 bobby pins are.

i cut my bangs too short yesterday. but something that’s cool about my job is that – hey! i spend two weeks out of the month not giving two shits about what anyone there thinks i look like. It’ll probably take 3 weeks to grow them out to an acceptable length and i go to work in about one week. Therefore I only have to be mildly embarrassed about being out in society with sillily-self-chopped bangs and the rest of the time I can spend thinking about a lot more important things like unicorns, and waterfalls in an island country, and whether we’re out of Tang.

meanwhile i can see my skin aging. i don’t have teenager skin anymore. damn! getting old is pretty weird. i feel like i’m hitting the ground sprinting, cartwheeling, hurtling out the gate on “being an adult” so as long as I make these years incredibly amazing, maybe the momentum (and the lessons) will be helpful in propelling me to old age.