Curry (in a Hurry)

Last week I found a tub of mussaman curry paste in my freezer and decided I'd try and make my favorite dish, called mussaman curry.

I learned two things:

1. Cooking curry is hard.
2. Sometimes your food boils out of the pot and splashes everywhere.
   

Regardless, my non-asian friends really liked it, but they haven't had the curry I've had (AKA the best)

6 Pack

Every year, my new years resolution is to get a 6-pack. Yesterday, my friends and I hiked Camelback Mountain and I was reminded why I never had one to begin with. Hiking is hard!

Despite how happy I look, I am actually very, very angry at being dragged all the way up a mountain

According to a google search, it's a 3.5 mile hike, which is hard enough for me without all of climbing, jumping, and "booty scooting" I had to do just to keep up. And by keep up, I mean, catch up after everyone else was already way ahead and enjoying the view waiting for me to get there. In hindsight it was really fun, but about halfway up the mountain I was about ready to kill someone. The problem with that was, they were all too far ahead for me to reach. Once the soreness wears off (surprisingly my legs are doing OK; it's my back and shoulders that are dead!) and the emotional scarring fades, I want to go try it again. I probably won't bring friends though, so I can go as slow as I want and no one can judge :)

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.

Frank Gehry

Frank Gehry scarf
Last seen: Some christmas many years ago

Look at how warm it is for winter!

My parents gave me this scarf a few years ago, when I either just started architecture or had just set my mind on architecture. I'm not gonna lie, I didn't know/care who Gehry was at this point and it seemed kind of a lame thing to get at christmas. It's really funny to me, to see how much I've changed since starting college. Never in a million years did I expect to have this architecture thing take over my life, that I'd make & lose friends based on how much people enjoy/can tolerate it, and that I'd actually want to drive across America to see "just a house".

Mid-Evening Nap

Lately I've been spending a lot of time asleep.

Frumpants

Frumpy corduroy pants ($Free!)
Last seen: In my crafts to-do basket

Try real hard not to look at my face, It's like 3AM and I'm super tired.

I got these pants from my aunt, who got them from a lady she used to work for. They fit nicely in the waist but I never wore them because I'm all outta proportion the legs were all loose and baggy, especially around the knees. Everything I tried to pair them with just looked lumpy and awful, so they sat in the back of my closet for over a year while I told myself I'd take them in someday and turn the legs into skinny cigarette legs.

AND TODAY I DID! I can finally cross them off of my long list of things to sew. It took about half an hour and was ridiculously easy, except for the part where I had to make the legs matching widths. I probably won't wear them with that boy shirt and what I call "Ke$ha Hair", which is what it looks like when I sleep on it wet and it dries wrinkled like that. But it's appropriate for today, because it's lazy sunday and all I did was go to Wal-Mart anyway. I was kind of hoping I could pass it off as that whole effortlessly sloppy chic thing, but looking at the picture, nope.

JUST LOOK AT HOW CAREFREE I AM IN MY NEW PANTS.

On a side note, I was at a peak of productivity for everything other than school today. I sewed another thing, cleaned my living room and organized my shoes and painted my door.