IMO: Nice guys v. Douches

As of late, a guy friend of mine has been complaining about how girls don't want to date him despite the fact that he's a nice and decent guy.

And I was honest with him.

The reason why a lot of girls automatically "friendzone" him is because he lacks confidence.  He's always second guessing himself and putting himself down, even though he has no reason for his low self esteem.  He's good looking, he's nice, he's funny, and (bonus!) is good at art.  But what girl wants to listen to a guy mumble and make self depreciating jokes?  That just makes everything awkward.

Guys on the internet complain about assholes and douches always getting the girl, but think for a second.  Those guys have high confidence levels.  Confidence, above all things, is what sets guys apart from each other.

While douches lack refinement, they still have an advantage over shy guys.  They actively seek out women and are persistent until they succeed.  They take pride in their appearance and enjoy feeling powerful.  People tend to gravitate towards whoever gives off an aura of power.

While feminism has become a new facet of our society, women still enjoy being sought after and wooed.  Chivalry and gallantry, while some argue is archaic, is often rewarded.  I've yet to witness a girl telling a guy to piss off for opening a door for her.

If nice guys don't want to finish last, they need to grow some balls and step up to the plate.  I'm not advocating for guys to act like douchebags.  No.  Cockiness is not cool.  Being comfortable with oneself? Yes. That is cool.

In essence, that's what I told my friend.

Well, actually I told him to suck it up and grow some balls because I was tired of attending his pity parties every day.  Seriously though.  He complains about not having a girlfriend ALL. THE. TIME.

Tough love.

Touchy Subject

While perusing the articles of Hello Giggles I stumbled across this gem: The Real Reasons Girls Call Other Girls "Fat," and I have to say that it really made me think about how people function and cope.

Personally, I've never been keen criticizing someone's weight because I know that often there is a medical reason behind why a person is too big/skinny, but I do criticize.

My "cattiness" usually manifests itself comments about a person's shitty personality or lack of talent, and I couldn't help but wonder if this was a reflection upon myself, or if I was legitimately saying something constructive about someone.

Take for instance this girl that I graduated with.  Let's call her Princess.  She's very "loud" and "proud" in a Jennifer Hudson wannabe manner and takes every opportunity to show off her vocal abilities.

Sadly those abilities cause everyone within the vicinity to visibly cringe when she starts to butcher an Adele or Alicia Keys song.  Everyone talks shit about her voice, but she doesn't care.  She thinks her voice is beautiful, and haters? They gonna hate.

I almost pity her due to the fact that her delusion has ostracized her from a lot of people, but then again, she's also a mondo bitch who likes to fight with people.

Am I a bad person for laughing when someone cracks a Princess joke?  Especially when the joke is actually true?  Is making fun of her terrible voice equally as bad as criticizing her for her weight?  Are the Spice Girls going to kick me out of their fanclub for being cruel to a fellow female?

Thankfully, I haven't seen Princess since graduation, and I don't think I'll see her until the next reunion.  I don't want to be the reason why someone has insecurities.   

My house is officially a fire hazard.

A few weeks ago my dad announced that we were going to start taking the weekends off from working out in order to let our bodies recover. 

Ha.

Hahahahaha. So funny.  Because I have yet to experience a weekend that wasn't physically strenuous.

I spent most of yesterday and today helping pack up my dad's office so that we could move it into the house.  My parents are trying to cut down on expenses so that they can have extra money, and while getting rid of the office saves them $1000 a month, it also makes our house feel super tiny and cramped.

My dad's master plan is to use the extra money to pay off the family car as well as save up to buy a bigger house where he can have a separate room for his office.  Currently, by my estimation, that plan is going to take 5 years to show any results, but hey, by then I'll be moved out and (hopefully) travelling around with the military.

But right now there are boxes. Boxes everywhere.  And two huge desks, 3 bookshelves, 3 lateral filing cabinets in our living room.  And a ton of chairs under our car port.  Our neighbors hate us.  But back to the boxes.  They're piled floor to ceiling, and are blocking our front door and french doors that open up to our backyard.  So we now only have two exits: the back door and laundry room door, both of which are on the other side of the house.  If there was a fire we'd have to jump out of our windows because there are too many damn boxes to maneuver around.  Fun stuff.

But yeah.  After a full day of loading and unloading heavy office furniture and boxes full of books my body is in pain.  Luckily, my dad is in an equal amount of pain, meaning that we might get to skip our Monday work-out.  Gosh I hope so. I just want to soak in a warm bath for the rest of eternity while I read Harry Potter.

Well then.

The guy that I train with at the gym added me on Facebook, so I guess he can see how awkward I am online.  He probably thinks that I'm a crazy cat fanatic... which is true.

Also, I'm going to be sending an email out for those that are part of the Postcard Project.  I'm going to be mailing out the postcards later than expected, and since quite a few of you guys are going away to college I'll have to get the new addresses.  But don't sweat it.  I'll put all the info + more in the email.

And that's it for now.  I will leave you all with this portrait of my little brother that I did.

Just let me do my job, also, please STFU.

The anger that I feel right now is nearing astronomical levels.

Like, eye-twitching, "I want to throw plates at the wall and break things," levels.  Levels that make the F word my best friend.

From the time I was about 13 I told myself that I would never, ever, under any circumstance, work for my dad.  He is notorious for being an asshole.

When his tech guy quit on him last month I thought, "Hey, why not help out? What's the worst that can happen?"

Well, the worst is happening.

On top of him giving me crap when we work out at the gym for not being "farther along," I get bitched at for every single tiny glitch on the website.

And he treats me like an idiot when it happens, because "Hey, you went to school for this right? You should be able to fix everything instantly without troubleshooting."

NO, IN FACT, I DID NOT.  ASSHOLE.  EVERYTHING I KNOW IS FROM FUCKING GOOGLE.  I AM A HOBBYIST.

Also, his business partner has taken to editing the pages himself, so EVERYTHING gets fucked up, and even though I didn't do it, it's my fault and I have to fix it.

I know I'm not a professionally trained, and I'm no where near as proficient as their first tech guy, but they should at least let me do my job.  Let me edit the pages! Tell me what you need done! I will do it! With a smile! It's not rocket science! Just give me a second to do it! ----Because when you and your business partner touch the pages YOU FUCK THEM UP SEVERELY.

All of these thoughts have been brewing in my mind for the past, I don't know, two weeks?  Coupled with the fact that my dad is now making me do my sit-ups and push-ups in front of him because he thinks that I'm lying to him about doing them every night.... WHY WOULD I LIE?  When my back and shoulder muscles are constantly sore, so sore they twinge with pain, how can he think that I'm lying?  Sorry I can't do more than five push-ups in a row.  I'M WORKING ON IT. Every. Fucking. Night. I don't see his fat ass doing any push-ups.  Also, he should count his blessings that I'm being nice and not pressuring them for a paycheck right now.  I'm letting them pay me when their business starts to pick up (which it is slowly doing right now).

Despite all of the above, my anger usually only manifests itself in silence and defiant "Sure, ok"s.  I know it's not good to bottle up emotions and feelings, but I honestly don't feel like fighting with my dad.  He likes to fight dirty and say things like, "Well, if you don't like it here you can always live with your mother."

That shit hurts.

And plus, again, I feel like all of this is mental preparation for the crap I'm going to have to endure in basic training.  Assholes will be assholes.

After a weekend of wallowing in self pity, I'm starting to feel less bitter. I deleted a bunch of people off of Facebook, and I went from 454 friends to 397.

 I was going to delete more people, but then I realized that I could just hide them from my newsfeed. You never know when you're going to need to Facebook stalk old high school classmates for an ego boost. I did delete a lot of unnecessary people though, and by unnecessary, I mean unworthy of stalking.

 Anyway, I busied myself Sunday by working on various art projects which made me feel productive. I think a major reason why I felt the way I did is that I'm not busy. Seeing everyone else bustle about made me feel jealous.

 Although stressful, being busy and having almost no spare time makes me happy. I define myself by my actions, and if someone were to ask me about myself, I would simply explain myself through what I do. During the school year I was Art Club president, editor of the yearbook, in 6 AP classes, a volunteer, etc. Now? I work out, manage my dad's website and fix tech problems, and lazily create art.

 I end up with a lot of free time that I usually just spend reading random things or watching mindless television (i.e. re-runs of Chopped and Cupcake Wars). So yes. My game-plan is to keep myself occupied at all times with simple things like actually doing my laundry as soon as the basket fills up, and learning Hebrew.

 In other news, when I went to the grocery store this weekend I got a huge ass bottle of Louisiana hot sauce.

ERMHAHGERD. HERT SERCE.

Seriously though.  That bottle is as big as my head.

I can't wait to smear it on every salty food item in my house. I love hot sauce.

The end.

Nope.

So every time I log into Facebook I'm bombarded by all of my friend's posts about college, and to be quite honest I'm a little sad and bitter.

Also, I forgot to unfriend a lot of people that were from High Point, so it sucks even more because I'm seeing them at the university that I was supposed to attend before my life plans got rearranged.

Unintentionally I've been a bit angry at my parents and of course they have no idea why.  I'm not going to explain it to them either.  They can just endure my pissy attitude until I'm done feeling sorry for myself.

Right now I'm in the process of weeding through my 454 Facebook friends.  Hopefully it'll ease my poor attitude.  I think I'm going to avoid looking at my news feed as well.  I'm only going to check notifications and messages.

Don't get me wrong.  I'm happy for everyone going to college.  I really, truly, am.  But it still sucks for me.  And I think I'm going to take the weekend to wallow in my own self pity before I suck it up and carry on with my life.  I need to just let myself come to terms with everything.  Everything is more real.  I'm actually not entering university with my friends.  I'm actually in the Air Force, waiting for a ship date.

I know in a handful of years I'll look back and think, "Wow, not being able to get those student loans was a blessing in disguise!"

But right now? No. It still sucks.  After four years of thinking about nothing but going to a university, you can understand why it's so hard for me to adjust my mindset.

Ugh.  I'm going to stop now before I punch myself in the face for being such a baby about this situation.

Naps

All I want to do is sleep.  For days.

After a week of going hard at the gym, I'm beyond exhausted.  My muscles are all ache-y and the urge to dose off is always there.

Plus, getting on Facebook and seeing all of my friends leaving for college has been a bit... surreal.  I actually looked at the calendar today and realized that if I was still going to college, today would have been my move-in date. I would be up in North Carolina, getting ready for my freshman year in college.

But instead I'm here. At home.  Waiting for a ship date so that at least I'll have something to tell people when they ask me when I'm leaving for basic training.  The in-between is unsettling.

I just want to go to bed and wake up ready to start something--- instead of feeling so stagnant. 

I'm such a socially awkward penguin.

This actually happened to me today.

Guys. When I go to the gym, I'm so awkward.  Albeit, I'm not as awkward as I once was, but I'm still pretty damn awkward.  For instance, the guy who has started training with me often tries making small talk with me.  Luckily it's just joking about weights, how much I hate running, and other exercise/gym related things.

Today while I was doing leg extensions he walked up to me and said, "Hey, so I know you lift weights and run, but what else do you do?"

I just looked at him.

What else do I do? You mean, aside from being awkward?

"Um, I do a lot of things..." I managed to mumble in response, after a long pause.

AND THE AWKWARD AWARD GOES TO ME, BITCHES.

He gave me a weird look and walked off.  I hope I didn't put him off or anything.  I mean, ANYTHING else would have been better than what I said.  In fact, let me compose a list of things that I could have said that would have made me look like less of an idiot.

Things I do in my free time:
-Draw/Paint
-Read about art history
 -Blog
-Watch re-runs of Jeopardy
-Hang out with friends
-Capture dark wizards and send them to Azkaban
-Track the progress of the Curiosity
-Watch Shark Week on Discovery channel and nerd over Sharkzilla

 WHY? Why could I have not said any of the above? Why does my brain hate me?

I'm just going to go crawl up in a hole and sleep for a very long time and hope that no one will ever talk to me ever again.  Just kidding.  I'm honestly not awkward at all around my friends, so my inability to interact like a normal human being in some instances baffles me.

Welp, later today I'm going to a bookstore with a friend and then running afterwards, so let's hope I don't create anymore awkward moments.  Also, hopefully I can redeem myself when I work-out tomorrow.  I'm doing shoulders and abs. FUN STUFF.

In which I brag about my friends.

My IRL friends have been doing some pretty awesome things lately and I thought, hey, why not share the happiness with everyone?

Also, I like to brag about the fact I know cool people in order to make up for my own inadequacies.

My friend Ian FINALLY decided to open up a Society6 account to sell his artwork on.  Much like the guy himself, his artwork is quirky and downright strange at times, but I think that's why so many of our friends like it.

So far he only has the above piece listed, but he's promised to lock himself up for two weeks and become a certified recluse in order to produce more art.  Needless to say, once he does post more stuff I will share it with all of you because I'm a good friend that likes good art. If you want to check out his Society6 page, click here.

My friend Jackson, who is my friend Madelyne's boyfriend made this kickass video of their road trip to the Olympic swimming trials that were held earlier this summer in Omaha.  Whenever I watch it I have the insatiable urge to jump in a car and drive for miles and miles.

And, my friend Jeremy (who is dating my friend Andria) got a book deal!  Sadly I don't have anything to link to, BUT the book is coming out in January, so most likely by then the book will have a website or something.  I'm mainly super excited because I've already been promised a free signed copy, and I really like free stuff.  Oh, did I mention that the book is a sci-fi novel about space and ships and other fun things that I like?

And finally, I talked my friend Harrison into getting a blog. I always get a little giddy whenever I "convert" someone.  So yes, go view his blog.

Having awesome friends is awesome.

Darn consumerism.

Guys, I have a serious problem.

Ok, so maybe it's not as serious as having a flesh-eating disease, but it's serious enough to make me stop and look myself in the mirror and say, "There must be a Ryan Gosling meme for this."

There wasn't, so I made one. And it's staying on my desktop to prevent me from changing my mind and buying those eyeliners.

What is wrong with me guys?  I'm notorious for being a jew and not buying things unless they're on sale, or a necessity.  And even then, I better have a damn coupon for that necessity, and it better be high quality.

But after playing a mere beauty game to find out what my emotional color reading was, I was t h i s close to spending 22.95 PER bottle of eyeliner. Here were my quiz results.

After reading the first one I was like, YES. I do indeed have control issues. Maybe I can cure my problems by controlling what goes on my face by buying that dark blue eyeliner. 

Then reading the second one I was like,  YES. You're right make-up website.  My subconscious does want success.  Maybe if I say yes to buying that silver shimmer eyeliner it'll be easier to obtain.

Oh my gosh. These guys at Lush really have me pinned down. I am quietly motivated.  I should keep steadfast and buy that bronze eyeliner.  I mean, these are all handmade, after all.

I was at the checkout page, ready to whip my debit card out.  The entire time I was thinking, "Well, I don't own that much make-up anyway... I might as well splurge and buy some.  The colors match my wardrobe, and I can wear it the next time I go out... And the website design is so witty and chic, I mean look at the fonts they chose! I love good typography... And the make-up is all handmade! I love buying handmade things!"

Then, right before entering my pin numbers I stopped.  WTF was I doing? Why the hell was I about to spend $70 on three bottles of eyeliner? What. Is. Going. On. I almost fell prey to perfectly packaged and marketed products, that's what's going on.

And that's when I realized that I had a problem and wrote this blog post.  I need to keep myself honest.  I still have no idea why I almost spent that much money on make-up, something that I care very little about.  I still have no idea why I sort of want to buy them...

But, I'm glad that I didn't.  That would be stupid. Right?

Riiiiight?

More Art Girls Shenanigans

This past Thursday my friends and I had another Art Girls party!

In retrospect, I feel a little bummed because this was most likely the last time we were all be together in one place before we leave for our post-high school paths, but I take comfort in the fact that anytime we do meet it'll be super special.  Something about absence and hearts or whatever.

Anyway, we met at my friend Storm's house (a cute and tiny cottage type-thing she shares with her boyfriend) and freaked out over her two kittens, played some fun games, and made the people at Dominoes laugh when I called in to order a pizza.

We were lazy so we put our apples to apples cards in the rice cake bowl :P

As you can see, I was quite enthused about the kittens. I LOVE CATS.

Aside from apples to apples we played this game called 'bitches from school' where we wrote down names on pieces of paper, shuffled them around, stuck them on our forehead and then tried to guess who we had on our paper.  Yeah.  Most people play the game with celebrities, which we did the first round, but we decided to spice it up a bit.  If you're confused by my description of the game here's a clip from Inglorious Bastards that should help you out

Once we tired of our game we then proceeded to burn said bitches names.  For one of the rounds we actually had three papers of this guy named Nathan from our school.  Oops. He was just really awful, but we all had a good laugh and threw his name into the fire and laughed maniacally.

After we dispersed from Storm's house a few of us satisfied our late night munchies and met up at Taco Bell where I ordered a Doritos taco box.  In my mind I rationalized that I work my ass off at the gym, so why not treat myself to Doritos taco yummy goodness? Ironically, the Taco Bell was in front of my gym... I think it was a sign for me to eat as many tacos as I wanted because all would be forgiven in the morning after 30 minutes of cardio.

Night well spent, if you ask me.

Also, while waiting for the photos to upload, I spent 3 minutes and 26 seconds watching shirtless white guys dance to Indian music. More time well spent.

Don't do it.

Guys.  Yesterday I made one of the biggest mistakes ever.

I watched Ryan Lochte interviews.

Let's all have a moment of silence while I mourn the loss of my tiny crush on him.

Why am I mourning, you ask?

Because.  Because when Ryan Lochte speaks, you can almost visualize the tumbleweeds rolling around in his  gorgeous head.  I mean, you can watch this reel of interview 'highlights' that someone put together (instead of wasting 15 minutes watching separate interviews, like I did).  At this point, Lochte makes Phelps sound like a genius.  Oh well.  He still kicks ass for being an Olympic swimmer.  He's not paid to speak like an intellectual. He's paid to swim and look hot, both of which he does very well.

Anyway, I can at least take comfort in the fact that Bobak Ferdowsi is both cute and smart.  And arguably more badass for helping land the Curiosity on Mars.

The summer of mail

I have been utilizing the postal service a great deal this summer. But I mean, between my Etsy shop, Ebay, and my Blogger Family, I was bound to do so anyway. Not that I mind really, because I feel like the postal system is already being cut back a lot, which makes me sad, so I feel like every package/letter that I send/receive is helping give purpose to our postal system.  EMAILS BE DAMNED, they are not as wonderful as receiving a handwritten letter in the mail.

Anyway, today I received my Blogger Family shirt, and although I couldn't go to the meet-up in Seattle it still feels nice to be included :)

YAY! New shirt!

Next year's meet-up is going to be in Austin (aka the heart of Texas), and I'll be damned if I don't go.  I'm already planning in my head all of the logistics and whatnot for it, like:

• hopefully by then I'll be working in the Air Force full time so I'll be able to take at least a week worth of leave
• if I'm lucky and I get the job assignment I want in admin, then I'll most likely be stationed in San Antonio, which is adjacent to Austin
• I'll need to put my leave notice in at least 3 months prior (if that's even possible) so that I'll be guaranteed that time off
• by then I'll have a car, so I can help transport the Blogger Family around the city :)
• I'm going to save oodles of money for the trip

And the list goes on.

Today has been a good day.  Aside from receiving my shirt in the mail, my friend Harrison sent me this essay he wrote about how awesome I am.  A while back I joked that he needed to write an essay about my awesomeness, and I was pleasantly surprised when he actually did!  I seriously had a good laugh for about 10 minutes until my dad walked into my room to give me more work to do for his website.  It's all good though, because I'm nearly finished with everything.

Bribing myself with gummy bears and green tea is working well.

Thank you?

I made this collage from pictures I found while Googling "the most American thing ever"

So, whenever "the future" comes up in conversations I always dread it.  But not because I hate talking about the future, no, in fact I love talking about the future.  No, I dread it because I never quite know how to react when people thank me for joining the Air Force.

I'm just like, what? Why are you thanking me?  I didn't find the cure for cancer, I just voluntarily enlisted in the military.... because I needed a way to pay for college.  Also, I wanted to be the awesome of America.  Free speech! Bald eagles! Guns! Gay marriage! Good 'ole Amuricah! (okay, so maybe we don't have the gay marriage thing yet...)

I usually just smile awkwardly and say, "Oh, no biggie..." and then duck my head and quickly exit the vicinity.

Another thing that happens: people congratulate me.  I mean, guys.  Back when I was still going to college and people would ask me what I was doing, the most I would get was an "Oh, that's nice.  I bet you're excited."

Now that I'm doing the Air Force I get a "WOW! Congratulations, that's so awesome!"

Maybe it's because I live in Texas?

Maybe it's because it's adults, instead of my peers that are responding?

Maybe it's because I've underestimated how important my decision was?

I don't know.  The reactions continue to catch me off-guard.  At least I have a tiny shred of social grace to respond with a cordial response in a timely manner.

Now if only the people I used to go to school with would stop freaking out...

Driving around

Yesterday my friend Rebekka and I had the bright idea to hit up a local-ish flea market a few towns away.  While the idea was good, our timing wasn't great.  We underestimated how long it would take to get to the location, and we ended up getting a little lost, so we were only able to walk around the flea market for 30 minutes before it started to close down :/

Oh well. At least we got to look at pretty trees on the hi-way.

Miles and miles and miles of road.

Once we reached our destination we both felt a little dumb for getting lost because half of the route was the same route I take to get to my grandparent's house. Duh.  Oh well, we've already decided to visit it next month, and we should be able to find our way again without getting lost.

Since we only spent 30 minutes at the actual market we decided to get an early dinner at a local restaurant in the town.  It was both a buffet and menu restaurant... which I personally found a bit odd, and although the name Papadales would make you think that it soley had Mexican food, they also served burgers, steaks, and bbq.

It was a bit of an overload. I ended up getting an order of bacon cheese fries. Yum. Bacon.

Van Gogh umbrella!

After our slightly failed excursion we drove back to our town and did a little shopping at Micheal's so that Rebekka could pick up some turpenoid.  While we were there we found this awesome Starry Night umbrella that Rebekka ended up buying. OH MY GOSH. It is so awesome.  Eventually I'm going to have to buy one as well.  Then after we bought stuff at the craft store, we went into Books-A-Million to check out their summer sale that they were having.  I wanted to get some coffee as well, but alas, the barista working the counter was this guy that I've been trying to avoid for the past... 2 years?  So yeah. No coffee for me :(

Oh well.

It's all good though.  I have coffee at my house that I can drink out of my Cthulhu cup.

Things.

1. Today is my little brother's 4th birthday, but we're not having his party until Monday.  This has caused heaps of confusion because he's too young to understand what's going on and he keeps on thinking that his birthday isn't until he gets his presents.  Why we couldn't have had his party today, I have no idea.  
2. My dad piled a shit-ton of work on me today, and he is notoriously impatient so it stressed me out a lot.  Right when I was about to have a mini-break down because of server issues my sister checked the mail and brought me the lovely package that my blogger friend Lizzie had sent me!  Inside was a kickass summer playlist CD and a sweetawesome card that brightened up my day.  Needless to say, I was inspired to quit my bitching and do some hardcore coding.  Just kidding.  It wasn't hardcore, just tedious.
3. I have discovered that I work faster when I bribe myself with gummy bears.
4. I really need to clean out my room and get things together for a garage sale or something.  I may or may not be a hoarder.
5. The postcard project is doing well, and I'm happy to announce that I have 5 cards completed, and two sketched out and ready to be painted!

Wand, JGL, Hair

So, as promised, a picture of the wand that I made for a recent customer on Etsy!

They wanted the handle to look like an animal.

I plan on shipping it either tomorrow or Friday, depending on how things work out.  I'm a bit nervous about whether or not my customer will be pleased--- but the few people I've showed it to seemed to like it.

Anyway, today at the gym I had legs day, and while legs day is my favorite day it's probably the most challenging workout of the week.  For the past two weeks I've been working with this guy who is an ex university footballer for SFA (now he's a sports cameraman for a local news station) and he kicks my ass every leg day.  I only work legs with him, but he's offered to start working with me during shoulder days, but I don't know if I'm quite up for that yet.  Oh my gosh.  After working with him my muscles are on fire for the rest of the week.

I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm the most socially inept person on the face of the planet because anytime he talks I just have this "deer in the headlights" look.  I mean, it's so bad that other people have pointed it out to me.  Ugh.  I don't even know.

After my workout I went to the store and purchased some non-essentials I've been meaning to pick up--- Such as, the most recent issue of GQ because Joseph Gordon-Levitt was on the cover, a Girl Scout's Samoa Crunch candy bar, and blue hair dye. Yes, you read correctly.  Blue hair dye.  And a candy bar.  I deserved it after today's work-out.

As you can see, at the time this picture was taken I'd already devoured half the candy bar.
It was delicious.

But yes.  My hair.  Prior to this I've never dyed it, so this was a new experience for me.  I had to bleach my hair first because it was so dark, and that was a bit freaky.  I was kind of scared that I would somehow screw up dying it, but I'm actually pretty happy with the results!  I only dyed the bottom half of my hair, just in case I magically get a ship date and need to cut off all the colored bits.

Excuse the work-out clothes -.-

Needless to say, I feel pretty badass about my hair.  My dad was a bit shocked when I first told him I was going to do it, but when he saw my hair after it was dyed he said he was actually disappointed.... because it wasn't more blue.  I told him that I wanted it to be a deep Ravenclawish type of blue, but apparently he wanted my hair to be neon blue...  Oh dad.

So yeah.  I have blue hair now.  And the muscles in my ass are in pain.

How was your day? :P