super smoove ;)

You know, most of the time I don’t really mind being bald. Not too much, anyway. I just kind of go around with a bandanna on my head, and when I leave the house, I put on my eyebrows and throw on my wig and it’s mostly all good.

Except for lately– you may remember me mentioning that I can’t find my wig? Yeah. See, when we moved, as you know, we packed in a hurry. The last things we packed, into a special bag to bring in the cab of the uhaul with us, were: my wig (because it was SO hot that day, I couldn’t wear it, but wanted to have it in the cab in case we had to go inside anywhere), a couple of Rob’s autographed graphic novels, and our router (which we had to return to the phone company but could do in PEI because it’s the same ph. company). We put it in the cab, then went upstairs to do one more “dummy check” to make sure we weren’t leaving behind anything important (we had to leave behind like, half our furniture and lots of our stuff– stupid truck was too small). When we had gone up to do the dummy check on the apartment, we’d left the windows open because Emilio Estevez and Judd Nelson were in there– we couldn’t let them die! Plus my nephew and sister were in the car right next to the truck. No problem, right?

Wrong. It was only after we arrived in PEI that day that we realized that the bag with our special stuff? Was not in the truck. Someone had taken it out of the cab of the truck when we were upstairs. Hey, I’m not surprised, considering that our apartment was in the ghetto. I mean, I’ve had my car stolen once, broken into twice, my breakfast stolen out of my car when I was at the gas station– so what else is new? The router probably looked like a really expensive piece of equipment to whatever crackhead (my apologies to any crackheads out there who aren’t thieves) snatched it up. And hey! They could wear my ($200 specially-cut-for-me) wig while they were doing their crackhead things! Hooray!

So this leaves me bald. Sure, I’m not ashamed that I’m bald, but a girl likes to look pretty sometimes, you know? And I don’t, when I don’t have my hair on. I hate the way people stare at me. I want to get dressed up and go out with Rob without some clashing bandanna on my head. I WANNA BE CUTE, DAMNIT!

Unfortunately there aren’t any reputable wig dealers here on PEI. There’s one guy who wanted to charge me $1500 for a synthetic wig (uh, no?) because basically, he’s the only guy on the Island and he can charge what he wants. Fantastic.
I’ve checked out eBay and found a wig that I really want at a fantastic price– it’s just that as I’m not working right now, there’s no money to buy it with so it will have to wait until I start working in September. When I do start working in September– actually that freaks me out too. Because I want to have hair when I’m teaching! ARGH!

Hey, how about I end this now before I become overdramatic? “THE CHILDREN! THINK OF THE CHILDREN!”