Valentine's day, It's kind of gay.

I love when buying something with merchandise credit and not going over the limit.

I love when throwing some randie foods together and it ends up tasting delicious.

I love when I make my friends dress up for a made up holiday and they go along with it.

I love making bows to wrap presents with.

I love cutting my own hair and having it come out shitty just so I can fix it and make it look ok.

I love singing along to a song but getting the words wrong, then deciding I like my version better.

I love making eye contact with someone and smiling because the professor had a "that's what she said" moment and no one else noticed.

I love my apartment when it's clean.

I love letting it get messy just so I can clean it up for the grand effect.

I love sleeping in clean sheets when they smell like dryer sheets.

I love the feeling after you puke and your stomach stops hurting.

I love when you go back for thirds and everyone else stopped at seconds.

I love secretly wearing pants without washing them because they're not visibly dirty yet. Sometimes for weeks at a time.

I love going camping and wearing the same shirt for the whole time.

I love coupons!

I love the color gray.

I love that no one else does.

I love GLEE. I love that I cried during an episode in the middle of studio instead of doing my work and everybody noticed.

I love when you stop being sick and the color comes back to your face and you can taste things again.

I love being single on valentine's day, because a year ago I was in a relationship and I didn't love anything.

Hair: The Miraculous Journey

It's been about two months since I started experimenting with blonde hair, and it's been frightening and fun and a lot of time invested so far. It all started with boredom, mostly, after final reviews and finals but before I left before winter break. I had always wanted to see if it was possible to get some jet black hair up to blonde, so I gave it a shot while I'm still in school and allowed to be irresponsible like that.

It sucked at first, when my hair went from black to a really ugly coppery orange, and then went up to highlighter yellow and stayed that way for what felt like forever. Then, in between trying to nudge my hair toward a lighter shade, my roots came in and it was another battle trying to get those to match what color my hair already was. But then I think it was 4 layers of bleach later, I ended up having to cut off a lot of hair and deep conditioning like a mad man, but it's pretty light now, and I think I'm going to stop now before I get a "chemical haircut" and it all falls out.

TIMELINE

My natural hair is like outer space minus the stars. BLACK.

Dyed once, it's still practically black.

Dyed twice, it's kind of almost brown.

Bleached once: ORANGE

Bleached Twice: Copperfest 2010

Bleached 3 times: Highlighter Head

Then I toned it and it still looked kind of brassy and you can't even see it that well from this picture

AND TODAY! It was super fluffy when I first dyed it, but two weeks worth of deep conditioning and protein have done it some good :)

So all in all, I still can't decide if it was all worth it. It's just hair and it'll grow out. Meh.