...aand we're back!

Hello, blog world. 

Lent is over, and here I am.

I'm really looking forward to blogging again. I'm not going to challenge myself with deadlines and subject restraints anymore :P even though it was pretty gratifying, knowing I successfully completed the 30-dayer. These last couple of months, honestly, haven't been very eventful. Just lots of school and music and boyfriend. Lots of happiness, with a good amount of stress, too. But I won't go into the mundane details.

So. 

Tonight I used up the last of the products I snagged at Sally's back in February. It seems like everybody evacuated the towers for the weekend, or at least for Friday night. I got home after dinner, settling in to another calm evening, when I spontaneously decided to do my roots all by myself. I've had my hair blonde for almost 5 months now.. wow. Recently, a lot of people (including my family) have been criticizing my unnatural color and pretty much begging me to go brown again. I was getting so much flack, that I almost did what people told me to do. I was planning on rounding up a box dye at Walmart tomorrow when Ben and I go for easter egg supplies. But here's the thing: regardless of what people say, even if it's mama, I hold dominion over my own life. I have plans for my blonde hair; I've had them ever since I spontaneously bleached it in the first place. I wanted to be blonde for a semester, and I promised myself I'd go natural before band camp in the fall. So screw it, opinions on my facebook wall! And I love you, family, but you're going to have to live with a platinum for a little while longer. 

Not only did I do my hair by myself, but I did a great job on it, too. And I've decided to make this a night of self-pampering, which has been lovely. Hair, check. Exfoliating body & taking a bubble bath, check. Nails & blog post, in progress. 

I have finals a week from Monday, and juries in six days. Soon my freshman year of college will be over, and I'll have another four months of mostly down time, in Logan. I got a couple part-time jobs with the University, after months of persistence. But neither of those employments will keep me very busy. I'm not used to free time! Instead of lazing away this summer, though, I really want to focus on self-improvement. I want to get organized, healthy, and centered. Not to say that my life is in chaos, because I'm seriously so happy right now. I'm in love and I'm on track for my dream career and I'm settled right into the Utah lifestyle. However, there are certain things I've noticed, especially throughout the end of this semester, that needs improvement. For example, I've let some of my friends take advantage of my generosity by being passive and accepting, and I feel like I'm being walked on and disrespected. I need to create a pattern of assertiveness in my life, without coming across as a biotch. 

Anyway, I have to get to bed. Writing this evening has been way refreshing! All it's missing is a good, memorable picture. I found this one last week on StumbleUpon, and I couldn't stop laughing. The caption to the photo was "dog picks bad spot to lay down - what dog could possibly resist a bundle of sticks?" Enjoy below... ;)

black nails & hospital trips

Day 9 is a free day. Sweet! I kind of love being able to ramble sometimes :) ...Yesterday I was supposed to write about what I believe in. I believe in a lot of specifics, religion-wise; I believe in mostly conservative political ideals; and I believe more generally in the good of the world. But that was very condensed, because that's not what today is about. 


I guess I want to talk about my day, and night last night. I didn't realize that last night our RA planned a girl's night for our floor. So along with the boxes of bleach and used gloves and directions showering the bar, Ashley put out face mask stuff and goodies and nail polish. Sherece and I provided the tunes, and the party pretty much came to us. We took turns finger-painting avocado gook on each other's faces, and played around with the silly hair cap that came with the highlighting kit. Earlier that day, I painted my nails black, and then at the party, all the girls were doing the same, and helped cut aluminum foil strips and compared everyone's shades of hair. It was an evening I'll never forget, regardless of its simplicity. The mood was very calm and loving and happy. And it followed a day of unhealthy ladies.


A lot of my friends have gotten really sick lately - my roommate's been throwing up, my favorite Polynesian girl has a terrible flu, and Sherece, the wonder woman, who did my hair so professionally, ended up in the hospital last night, with appendicitis. I didn't even find out where she went until this morning when I bumped into her roommate outside. I was sick with worry. So this afternoon, we got her some crayons, a coloring book, and some balloons that said "I'm Sorry" & "Happy Retirement!", hoping to cheer up her day. Even as our group was leaving the hospital premises, we saw a dozen more buddies walking in with more presents in tow. Driving away, I got some major goosebumps. I realized how grateful I am for these relationships I have, with these 40-some girls I live with. I would do anything for all of them, and I know they would help me in a time of need, too. Sherece spent half the day with me yesterday! With appendicitis! She's amazing, and I'm so lucky to have her in my life.


In your face, day 9! I got you covered. 
(does that even make sense? I think the bleach in my roots has fried some brain cells.)

I believe!

8. Your beliefs.
I believe ... that we will win?
No. Crap. I spent the last six hours bleaching my roots, dyeing my whole head a certain shade of blonde, and then doing highlights, all at home with the help of my fabulous lady-friend, Sherece. And then I ran out the door to the music building, without thinking about this post I have to do before midnight! So here I am, on my iPod touch, without any settings to edit this or have any way to add pictures. This is really crappy - and I apologize. I'll fix this tomorrow. :/