I actually really like angry girl country music. Example.
So, what has happened since we last talked? Nothing much, but let's recap anyway.
I turned 20. I feel like this would be a bigger accomplishment if I were a stunt man or into some extreme sports, but as it is I pretty much fear everything from water to cars that follow me too closely, so with this kind of paranoia I'll probably get in at least another century of good quality life.
Remember when I dyed my hair red? I bring this up so that you can understand that I'm pretty liberal when it comes to my hair. I was not, however, totally ok with what happened this week.
I went in at 9 to get an all-over color, something close to my natural, which, for the record, is a blonde not far from the one in the top picture. 45 minutes later I came out of the shampoo station with nothing short of green hair. We're talking seaweed, folks, and it was not pretty.
Turns out the solution to green hair is adding fire-red toner, and then it will come out looking something like this:
Today I received a text message that pretty much sums up every reason why I don't want to grow up: "Oh my goodness. I wish I never had to be a grown up and make all of my own phone calls!"
... that is a serious phobia of mine (refer to fears mentioned above). I hate it. The appointment making and the explaining and whatnot. In fact, my dentist's "Make an appointment today!" reminder is currently sitting on my shelf, as it has been for a week, and my ADHD meds ran out, oh, a month ago, but I haven't called to get more ...
I was talking to my sister who informed me that her four year old named her doll Sadie. I'm pretty sure this is the highest honor a person can receive.
Oh, school? Yeah it starts tomorrow. Yeah I dropped the 7:45 am class. Not because of the time (well, sorta) but because the class involved teaching pre-school, and nothing about chasing three year olds while on crutches seemed ideal.
And, just for the record, snow cones are a food group all their own and they have taken over my diet. Luckily most of my friends feel the same way.
Please ignore the fact that I am wearing the same shirt in 3 out of the 4 pictures in this post. I do laundry, I swear.
So, what has happened since we last talked? Nothing much, but let's recap anyway.
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| Right. Happy birthday to me :) |
Remember when I dyed my hair red? I bring this up so that you can understand that I'm pretty liberal when it comes to my hair. I was not, however, totally ok with what happened this week.
I went in at 9 to get an all-over color, something close to my natural, which, for the record, is a blonde not far from the one in the top picture. 45 minutes later I came out of the shampoo station with nothing short of green hair. We're talking seaweed, folks, and it was not pretty.
Turns out the solution to green hair is adding fire-red toner, and then it will come out looking something like this:
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| Nice save, friends, nice save. |
Today I received a text message that pretty much sums up every reason why I don't want to grow up: "Oh my goodness. I wish I never had to be a grown up and make all of my own phone calls!"
... that is a serious phobia of mine (refer to fears mentioned above). I hate it. The appointment making and the explaining and whatnot. In fact, my dentist's "Make an appointment today!" reminder is currently sitting on my shelf, as it has been for a week, and my ADHD meds ran out, oh, a month ago, but I haven't called to get more ...
I was talking to my sister who informed me that her four year old named her doll Sadie. I'm pretty sure this is the highest honor a person can receive.
Oh, school? Yeah it starts tomorrow. Yeah I dropped the 7:45 am class. Not because of the time (well, sorta) but because the class involved teaching pre-school, and nothing about chasing three year olds while on crutches seemed ideal.
And, just for the record, snow cones are a food group all their own and they have taken over my diet. Luckily most of my friends feel the same way.
Please ignore the fact that I am wearing the same shirt in 3 out of the 4 pictures in this post. I do laundry, I swear.
I took that 7:45am preschool teaching summer class a few years ago! One word: Hell.
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