I DYED MY WHOLE HEAD PURPLE

There I was, sitting in a red lobster with friends I had made in my first month at college, when one said she was going to dye her hair purple that night. What started off as a joke by her asking if anyone wanted to join her, turned into an adrenaline rush the second I said yes. I don’t know what made me say yes, or even why I wanted to dye my hair in the first place, but suddenly I was really excited about it. College life had been fun, but stressful so far, and I found myself falling into routine, desperately wanting a change. Dying my hair purple sounded new, and exciting, and not as bad as a 2007 Britney Spears episode would’ve been. I don’t think I’d look good bald anyways.

So we headed back to the dorms and got to work. What started as just a piece in the back of my head, and then just the tips, ended with all of my floor mates telling me to just do the whole head. Having only been blonde my whole life, and considering family weekend was in a few days (warranting a disapproving mother) there was a lot at stake. But what the hell right?

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I like it 🙂 #itsnotjustaphasemom

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Klepto Caught?

There it was, laying on the table. Neatly folded and waiting to be read. As a millennial, most of the time I get my news and current events from social media. I know very little about newspapers, so when I saw one sitting on the table downstairs at my new condominium, I thought it was a free-for-all type of situation. Little did I know, it belonged to the Cruella DeVille character that lives on the 5th floor, if you’ve read my older posts, you should know all about her.

Anyways, I grabbed the paper and out of the elevator comes CD (Cruella), who stopped dead in her tracks and simply said, “Is that my newspaper?” with a sickly sweet smile. I played it off and assured her it was mine. It was only after she had taken it out of my hand, and pointed out that it had her unit number, that I knew I messed up. I fumbled a meak, “Oh” before the elevator doors closed, and that was that.

Later on I gave her a formal apology, including that I really thought it was mine, to avoid the ‘I’m sorry that I’m young and incompetent’ excuse. She responded, and was actually pretty polite for once, hopefully this was genuine, by saying that it was fine and it might take a little longer for my newspapers to come due to the whole address change.

The whole ordeal was embarrassing to say the least, and I don’t know what will happen when ‘my newspapers’ never show up. Welp, I only feel really bad about the whole situation, maybe I’ll bake muffins or something.

 

Finding a New Hobby?

In my last post I referred to me being incredibly bored and Netflix obsessed. What seemed as a relaxing lifestyle, quickly became unbearable and sort of pathetic. So, I decided that I need to find a new hobby. Something that I can really get into, and become talented at.

Update: I’ve decided to start youtube??? I have to learn how to edit videos, and what kind of youtuber (#tubular #whyamilikethis) I want to be, but like I’m fine and I’m ready to do this.

Side note, I decided this based off of Emma Chamberlains youtube channel, so I’ll probably derive some of my youtube personality based on how she does it. She’s very funny, and random, and sarcastic, which really gives off an entertaining vibe that I’m definitely here for.

If anyone is reading this, comment a video suggestion. 🙂

Moving Sucks

This week I accomplished the mighty move between cities. During this time I have been dealing with strep throat and a nasty sinus infection; but with the help of meds and lots of cough drops, it was pretty successful.

I’ve also realized that I have way too many things. Which means I’ll be spending the summer donating and selling things on Mercari, to get prepared for the downsizing that is my next big move… dorm life.

Yup, in a short two months I’ll be living it up, while simultaneously being on the verge of a mental breakdown, or so every college student says. I’ll keep you updated on that one. Stereotypes are also being on a poor diet, in both the low budget and bad nutrition way. Which I will for sure try and stay away from, because the freshmen 15, isn’t a statistic I want to be a part of.

Also, someone please feel free to entertain me, because I have become a full blown Netflix whore. Day and night, as I unpack my shoes, makeup, clothes, etc. I am also watching Kubo and the two strings, Coco, Greenhouse Academy, Riverdale, 13 Reasons Why, well you get the point. It’s constant and obsessive, but it’s my only entertainment in this new city for now.

The condo is cool. A nice view, bigger rooms, and a chance to keep my mom busy with redecorating. The neighbors are an odd bunch though. A real Cruella Deville type of woman ambushed me on moving day saying we were only allowed 1 car, and would have to get rid of one. She said it in a tone that could only belong to a puppy killer, hence the nick name. There’s also the downside that I am the youngest one in this place, and around here, it’s kind of a lights out by 10 type of community. Guess I’ll just have to be quiet.

Welp, I’m going to get back to unpacking and my Netflix addiction.

4/1/18-4/7/18 A Week In My Life

5 things I learned this week:

  1. It sucks getting older and realizing you can’t participate in an easter hunt without it looking a little odd.
  2. College is too expensive and I’m a firm believer there should be coupons, that are a guaranteed, no-hassle discount. (Not to be confused with scholarships that have requirements and are competitive.)
  3. New tattoos can be very itchy.
  4. Heath bars are actually pretty tasty, even if they get stuck in your teeth sometimes. Tmi?
  5. Breast pumps are like miniature baby beer bongs.

Sunday:

Easter was fun. I went out to brunch with friends at IHOP and ate way too much. After, we walked it off and did some unnecessary shopping. Then I headed home and spent the rest of the night writing a paper I should have started a week earlier, maybe I should refer back to my own student tips lol. I did miss the money and candy that I got growing up on this day. I’m sorry, that probably sounded very selfish, thank you Jesus for your sacrifice.

Monday:

Monday I did the usual school thing with extra effort from it being the first in the week, and then went for the first time to get prom dress alterations. My friend and I went to a small bridal shop, and met a really nice woman named Suni (pronounced Sue-Knee), who promised to have our dresses done by the 17th. On the way out, a kind stranger told us about the free pizza giveaway at Cici’s Pizza, located in the very same plaza. We grabbed 2, and spent the next few hours doing our makeup looks for prom. My rose gold eye shadow was too dark, so I’ll need to get a better one.

Tuesday:

I finally sent over the senior pictures that I liked the most, to be edited by the photographer; something I have been putting off and forgetting to do for the past 2 weeks. I also met up with a group of students at my school who want to plan a walkout on the 20th for preventing gun violence, and we started planning that event. Also tried a heath bar, which I can’t remember if I’ve had before, but someone left half of one in the fridge and it was pretty good.

Wednesday:

When I got home from school I found my Tarte package in the mail today, probably going to do a review on a separate post. I also spent a while searching for scholarships, which was stressful and I’m going to be the stereotypical broke college student.

Thursday:

This is the day I learned my tattoo itched. It’s quite annoying actually. I even started slapping it, because I thought that would be better than itching the damn thing. However, that irritates the skin too, so eventually I ended up just gently tapping on unscented lotion. I’m doing greattttt.

Friday:

After school I went over to my friends house and we tried to find a party bus for prom. They were all either booked already, or like 1k which means we need to find more people to split it between. Lets just hope the spots that are left, don’t fill up while we do that. I went home for a few hours and watched friends, where I learned #5 on my list from Rachel Greene. After, I picked up Chipotle, went back to the same friends house to spent the night trying to learn how to play Fortnite on a Macbook, not easy btw, and singing along to high school musical at 1 a.m. when I had to be up at 6.

Saturday:

Went to UCF to tour the school, got some free knight march and fell in love with the school, which resulted in getting even more depressed, because I still haven’t gotten my acceptance letter. Fingers crossed. 🙂

Going On My First Tinder Date

Going on tinder was not an original idea. It started with my friend and I just getting one for fun. Surprisingly, there were a lot of hot guys in my area, so we swiped right more than a few times. The attention was nice at first, and definitely served as a confidence boost, but after a while it turned into just a bunch of guys wanting to meet up at 2 a.m. to “chill”, without any other context, which I wasn’t looking for.

Anyways fast forward a month; I deleted the app the day after I got it, but had added one of the guys I matched with on snapchat, and he hit me up. He seemed nice, and not at all like a creepy stalker that was going to take my attention and me. But nonetheless I took precautions. He wanted to see a movie, which was fine with me, so I chose the time, location and the movie, while also inviting my two friends of mine to see a different movie at the same time, just incase I needed them to come to my rescue.

It started off kind of rocky. He was running late, but granted he was late because he had been volunteering. Once he got there it was chill at first. We started watching Black Panther, which is a great movie, but if I go to see a movie that’s what I want to focus on. I don’t know if he was nervous, and a little side note here and there is fine, but commenting on everything that’s happening isn’t the move for me.

On top of that, there were a few weird things going on. At one point he appeared to be sniffing my hair. How do I know this? I heard it. Right as Chadwick is claiming back his throne I hear a sudden intake of air right near my ear. It happened again a few minutes later, but lucky for me the movie was almost over so it wasn’t a continued habit. Another thing was the petting. Every 5-10 min. he would pet my hair for a few moments (maybe 15 sec or so) and then stop, only to start again when the time seemed right to him. It made me feel like a dog and almost made me consider making a run for it on a bathroom break.

Nonetheless, I stayed and finished the date. We ended with a hug and later that night an explanation of how I wasn’t feeling the connection, when he decided to ask to hang out again. He was nice, but I was just left uncomfortable, so I’ll give it a C+.

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Grown-Ish Character Review

TBH I absolutely loved this series.

With having seen the last episode yesterday, I can officially say that I give it 5/5 stars.

The first thing I can say is that Zoey is my spirit animal. Yara Shahidi alone is one of my new idols of 2018, with her consistently similar opinions to my own, that she shares on twitter and the broad spectrum of looks she can pull off on and off the show. That added on to the fact that she’s smart enough to get into Harvard, while also debuting her lead role in this show, leaving me with nothing but respect for this up and coming star (I’m calling it now.)

Going on to my next favorite character… Nomi. I mean I know they have script writers for the show, but this girl is a comedic genius. She’s not afraid about expressing her sexuality, and she’s real as hell while staying relatively nice. She’s definitely takes the role as the wise/ experienced friend.

Luka is the guy best friend we all need, and for some reason someone I can’t stop comparing to Jaden Smith, or maybe Willow as mentioned in episode 3. I actually used one of his quotes the other day talking with my friends. My friend was having troubles with his girl and said they decided to take a little break to think things through instead of actually talking things out. I told him that, “you gotta get uncomfortable to get comfortable”. Which was totally good advice if you ask me. Thanks Luka, or the one who wrote that line for Luka.

Aaron is a very politically active character. He’s also the cutest character in my opinion. But he did start off the show by making Zoey the cup-bitch and his U-up bitch, while also being a little too hardcore when Ana wanted to stand up for her beliefs sooo mixed feelings.

The twins are very interesting characters. They’re blatantly honest, and fly as hell which makes them cool, but take that with a grain of salt because they can sometimes be kind of rude with their honesty. Yet they totally had Zoey’s best interest at heart when they wanted her to get with Cash, securing a future as a member of the WAGS, leading them to a little redemption in my eyes.

I don’t really know how to feel about Ana. She seems fairly cool, but she is a conservative Catholic, two things I can’t really relate to. Not that I have a problem with them. She can also be a sort of sloppy drunk sometimes. In real life though, she’s actually Selena Gomez’s best friend who donated a kidney to her, which is a pretty amazing thing to do.

Vivek isn’t amazing, but he’s definitely not horrible. Maybe I’m just holding on to the fact that he continued selling drugs even after he got his ass whooped, or the fact that he called his dad a bum when he clearly wasn’t, but that has nothing to do with the actual actor which I’ll assume is a great guy, because I keep seeing pics with him and the rest of the co-stars on my Instagram feed.

All in all, it’s a good show, filled with amazing actors. The show manages to talk about important real life issues young adults go through now-a-days, ranging from guys to politics which is kind of refreshing compared to all of the unrealistic stereotypes we all see on tv. So go watch it right now on Freeform or Hulu. 🙂

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Marching For Our Lives

As a student in high school, this movement means a lot to me. I’ve been through code red before and sat in silence with my classmates as we feared for the worst. I’ve had the dreams of being in a school shooting and seeing friends lying cold on the ground. Even  2 days after the shooting in Parkland, a school that is only 2 hours away from mine, something that really puts ‘being close to home’ in perspective, there was a code red at my own school.

I was in the library doing work and the principal came over the loudspeaker saying the code and that ‘this isn’t a drill’. At first I didn’t know what to think. This couldn’t be a drill, he said so, and not so soon after what happened at Parkland, right? I remember finding my best friend who is the T.A. for the library that period and sitting in the corner with her. The lights were turned off, but there were a lot of students from a few visiting classes and they didn’t seem to really grasp the idea that this could be real. As most continued to talk, I tried to just remember to not let my emotions get the best of me yet. That very morning, I had sat about to leave for school as I watched a video from one of the students from the shooting, seeing them run through the halls to safety, while bodies lay limp on the floor in a pool of blood. But no this couldn’t happen to me… right? What happens to them only happens once in a blue moon… right?

Wrong. In America this happens all the time. 4 out of 5 of the largest mass shootings in the United States have happened in the past decade. The Orlando night club, the Vegas concert, schools like Columbine, Virginia Tech, Sandy Hook, Parkland… people are having their lives cut short because we have a system that allows such easy access to guns. There is an average of 2 steps among states, to getting a gun. In other countries there are usually around 8.

To the people out there that think I am trying to take away your right to protect yourself with a gun, I can assure you I’m not. I’m asking for compromise. I want it to be harder to get a gun, and make sure that the background check is extensive enough to spot mental health problems. I don’t want to have dreams of my friends dying, somewhere I should feel safe at. My lockdown ended up being hunters in the woods next to my school. But what if wasn’t? What if I had experienced that horror like so many of my peers? Once more in American history we seek love and not war.

March 24th, 2018. March for Our Lives.

Losing My Tattoo Virginity

For a long time now I’ve wanted to get a tattoo. I see tattoos as a way of expressing yourself and having something on your skin that tells a story. Deciding what I wanted actually took a long time. I wanted to make sure that I got something I didn’t regret and symbolized what I wanted it to. I was getting the tattoo for my brother, who had passed away at 18 months old. My original tattoo idea had been to get his name in red cursive ink.

This idea was changed when I realized I liked the idea of a symbol more. Something that I could look at, but others wouldn’t automatically know the meaning behind. I wanted it to be personal. So then, after a lot of thought I decided on a balloon with a tiny star above it. The balloon idea comes from my parents and I going to his grave on his birthday and his death date every year to write a message on the balloon to him and sending it into the sky.

Next I decided on my ankle where I could see it and be reminded of him. I even went on what would have been his 16th birthday, after our trip to the cemetery. We got to the Las Vegas tattoo shop, which had 4 and half stars on yelp and good reviews. My artist, Kyle, was very nice and happy to show me a few designs after talking about why I wanted it. After seeing the balloon I wasn’t as in love with it as I had thought I would be. He ended up free-styling angel wings and a halo, which I immediately fell in love with. I was pretty nervous about going through with it, but I never wanted to stop, because I knew I was only nervous about the pain and not the commitment.

He started on the part of the tattoo touching the bone, to get the most painful part done first, but overall the whole thing only lasted about 5 min. Not going to lie, it hurt and I made some pretty funny faces that my friend thought were hilarious, but it was over quickly and it was so worth it. I actually love it so much, I can see myself getting a few more eventually.  So to anyone wondering if they should get a tattoo, I say go for it. The pain isn’t that bad compared to having a lifetime worth of something you love.

Btw (sorry for the bad quality)  🙂

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