January 5, 1999.

I have curly hair now.

People never believe me when I say that I have curly hair, which isn't that surprising...my hair's been ramrod-straight for the last couple of years, and I'm a fearsome liar besides. Last night I went to bed with my hair wet and the result is very mid-seventies Gilda Radner. Saint Stephen said that I looked happier overall...the cold makes my cheeks glow, the holidays have unkinked the worry-kink in my spine, and my hair is all sticky-outy. Fab.

Actually made it out of the house this afternoon to take tea. What with the constant TTC breakdowns, getting to campus was an unusual adventure. Made a new friend as we trekked heartily to a subway station, like Queen Street's own courier de bois. The sun sparkled, the snow played passive-aggressive games and life was good.

Very good outing overall - met up with the Boy & his new black toque (which makes him look rather like Michael Nesmith), chatted with Kandyraver Kat, discussed movies with Saint Stephen and generally Took Tea in high style.

Got my Spenser essay back today, as well. I worried so hard about this essay, and the results were really fucking gratifying. Let me remind you all that this was my favourite class with my favourite professor - the one that I felt hated me. And now I'll let the comments gloat for themselves:

This is very nicely done, [Amoret], & shows the result of a lot of discipline to mold it into shape. I'm very pleased - & you should be too.

Can you dig why I jumped up & down like a fool? Yeaaaah.

In other news, Javina seems to be mad at me. I think she thinks that I've been giving her the brush-off for about a month. It's very true I didn't make time for her or anyone other than the Boy during the first three weeks of December...and then I was in Brampton, paying some long-overdue attention to friends that I shamefully neglect when I'm in the city. I'm not trying to make excuses for my behavior, here...lord knows that I need to manage my time better.

I just find it a trifle ironic that Bryon Buck should congratulate me on being gentle with Javina in my last post to her bulletin board, and she's not seeing it in that light. Oh well. It'll all sort itself out...now that I've had a kick in the pants, I'll be a better friend, right? Right.