My window and blinds are open (except the part my cat is stuck in) and it's starting to thunder so if you never read this post it's because lightning came through the window and struck me dead before I could hit 'publish.'

I’m in a weird mood. Not weird good or weird bad, just…weird weird. I’m not in a bad mood, far from it. Not in a giddy or hyper mood. Just. Existing? But that sounds so…existential and emo. And I am the last thing from emo. In my opinion, anyway.

Omg. Am I emo and I don’t realize it? Can someone be unknowingly emo? Someone do research and let me know. I really don’t want to be emo. I don’t THINK I am. I have one friend in particular that I sort of have to smack around to un-emo her at times, but I tend to be pretty optimistic.

Well, that’s not true. Because I more or less think everything sucks and everyone else is stupid.

But I don’t wear black eyeliner. That has to count for something.

Well, I only don’t wear black eyeliner because I tend to look like the walking dead if I do. Which pisses me off because I used to rock the black liquid eyeliner all the time. But anymore, it makes my undereyes look bruised and they do that enough on their own, thanks.

Okay, seriously? What is the point of this post?

I suppose it fits the blog, anyway.

Yeah, it was a weird day.

In other words, I’m making strides on Sari 2.0! I will be the first to admit that I’m not the best at “reducing my carbon footprint” or whatever term the treehuggers are using now and “adm” is not an incorrect word, Firefox, you may want to read the rest of the word to see that it’s right. Ahem.

One step I took was looking at my Starbucks consumption weekly. I go, generally, four – five times a week. I’d say that’s average. Some weeks I go once, some weeks I go ten times. Depends on my mood, cash in hand, etc. So, we’re looking anywhere from five – ten plastic or paper cups a week.

I bought a new travel coffee mug. I had a Starbucks type one before (looks like the paper cups) and the lid broke. But it was my favorite, and I found a Starbucks that carried them still, so I bought one of those.

And then! I discovered last week that Starbucks now has cold-drink tumblers. Which are, in a word, awesome. So I bought one of those.

So, it may not be a huge step, but it’s something. And it’s better than nothing, which is what most people do. That was a bit soap boxish, but was not intended as such. I’m horrible at recycling, turning lights off, etc, so I’m not going to lecture anybody.

But it makes me feel better about myself and well, that’s what matters.

It’s just another step on the journey to Sari 2.0. I’ve already gotten rid of about 3/4s of what I own (and am constantly finding new stuff to get rid of and new ideas for organization.) I highly recommend this blog, not just for tips but for daily reads. Very nice.

I plan on starting to use the library more. After the flood, that came to a screeching halt, but there’s one not terribly out of my way, so I will start using that one – different town, but they’re all in the same “network” so I can get books shipped to any branch for easy pick up. It’s convenient and I plan to take advantage of it, because I need to stop spending money on books, stat.

The problem with blogging is it makes me lazy because I just sit down and blog instead of getting my stuff done.

So, if none of my plans for Sari 2.0 come to fruition? I’m blaming y’all.

This post is going to be very pausey because I'm making supper while I'm writing but you won't be able to tell because it's not like instant messaging, it's a blog post, idiot.

I got my hair cut today.

On one hand, this is a big deal. I haven’t cut it (more than a trim, anyway) in more than a year. It was about halfway down my upper arm. My hair sort of grows ridiculously fast. To the tune of about an inch a month, so if I want to keep it styled, I have to get a trim every three-four weeks. My stylist (ooh, I sound so posh) only charges me half as long as I come in every four weeks, but still – more than every eight weeks, like when I grow it out.

But I have so much hair. It gets so heavy. I pulled out my ponytail when I sat down and the stylist (not my normal girl, but I’ve had her before) was all “holy crap, you have a ton of hair.” By her estimate, by the time we got the ponytail cut for Locks of Love, it was about two-three pounds of hair.

Two to three pounds. Of hair. On my head.

People, this is a lot. And I should know better, because when my hair is long, I constantly get headaches. I’ve definitely had more headaches in the last few months than I have in a long time. Just sort of the name of the game. But I was tired of it.

I was watching Desperate Housewives last night (my favorite <3) and at Susan and Jackson‘s engagement party, Lynette showed up with a new hairstyle.

Best. Hair. Ever.

I immediately BBMd Ashy and Lou, best friends and hair gurus. I explained what I wanted. Not surprisingly, Ashy had had the same reaction I did. We tend to have the same hair sense. We’ve been this way for 13 years. I no longer question it.

So, long story semi-short, I chopped it. Up to my shoulders. Actually, the longest layer is just touching the crease of my neck. And I was anxious before I went in, but like old news (and like Ashy predicted,) I loved it the second I stood up. And when I stood up, I felt so much lighter, without all that hair.

And it’s super-styled, of course.

So, the moral of this whole post is today, I am even more kickassingly awesome than I normally am.

Don’t be scared. We’ll be back to normal tomorrow.

Update: It occurs to me that I never added something about “the other hand.” Clearly, my story is one-sided and biased. Oh well. Deal.

Updated Part Deux: True to form, my dad said “I thought you were getting your hair cut. It doesn’t look any different.”