This semester, along with everything else I have going on simultaneously, has not yet beaten me. There was a kid at my university who, on Tuesday, nearly jumped off the ledge of the building where I have most of my classes. I don’t know who it was, or what his overall situation was, but I’m glad he was talked down. I feel that my advanced (for college) age has provided me with a greater perspective on managing college stress… There, but for the grace of coffee, go I.
The most exciting thing I’ve done in the last couple months ended up looking like this:
Purple hair with bright blue streaks on top! Plus a layer of dark violet underneath.
Much more my style than the haircut I suffered in February. I took my aunt’s advice and brought photos (from haircrazy.info) of what I wanted to my new hairdresser. I met Erika while volunteering at Sundance Film Festival last year and decided from her hair and her personality that I’d give her a shot. She’s currently attending a schmancy hair/cosmetology/things-I-don’t-get school across the street from UVU, so it was convenient and far less expensive than it could have been. It took longer, but the end result was soooo worth it.
Because I did it mid-October, people assumed that I dyed it for Halloween. Total coincidence! I’ve been wanting to dye my hair blue or purple since my late teens, but there was always a reason not too: jobs, fear of my hair falling out from over-bleaching, and just being a plain old chicken. I’ve had purple streaks recently, but they weren’t as bold and only lasted a few days. Technically, having purple hair right now may affect my professional image, especially here in conservative Utah. Know what, though? Fuck it. I love my purple hair.
I’d have a pretty little nose stud, too, if I didn’t have legitimate concern about the teensy injury developing into a keloid scar.
Well, I’d say at this point I’ve shot my 2010 365-day blogging challenge all to hell. Bugger.
Moving on.
Isis is still kickin’ it, as opposed to having kicked the bucket, as of right now. Her abdomen appears to be swelling, but it’s not in her chest like last time so I’m not sure if maybe that’s from getting fat on all the delicious food she’s been prissily scarfing 10 times a day. And a few hours ago I caught her licking the top of the litter in her litter box. Yeah. Licking. G.R.O.S.S. Also, why the fuck is she tonguing her litter box like it’s a salt lick? It’s about time to check in with the vet.
Sorry for leaving some you hanging in regards to Isis. I received a couple hesitant emails from friends not sure if I stopped blogging because of mourning the loss of my dear (litter-licking) kitty. That is not the case.
I have been spending my time in the trenches of college finals and/or epically procrastinating for said finals despite a heavyweight guilt pressing menacingly on my shoulders and general brain area. This is my fourth semester in a row of college 2.0, and oh yeah! I remember now why I was so ready to be done with college the first time around.
But it’s going well. In a couple of weeks, if I pass my damn 3D modeling and animation class, I’ll have a shiny associate’s degree in “Digital Communication Technology” (aka Teh Internet) . My current plan is to stick around for the remaining 6 classes it will take to earn a second bachelor’s degree, this time in “Digital Media — Internet Technologies” (aka Teh Internet, with Moar Fancy!).
Then I will be able to append “B.A., A.S., B.S.” to my name. That’s WAY more letters than my less educated immediate family members have! Too bad for them they can only put three letters (Ph.D. or D.D.S.) after their names. Okay, maybe five if you include the B.S. they each have. That’s the only concession I’m giving. Right now I feel like I need to win at something.
