The One Where My Life Turns Into Word Vomit

So I never blog. Which doesn't really make sense. I spend a lot of time on the computer. I also enjoy writing and myself, so this doesn't make sense to me. (I'm not that conceited, it was a joke) Anyway, here's a quick update into my life and what has been occupying my thoughts.

I need to be out of my apartment by the end of October. I have no idea where to go, what to do, or how to be in this new undiscovered mysterious solution. We'll just call the whole mess my destiny. It sounds much happier when I use that word. So how do I go about defining and discovering said "destiny"? I've been emailing one of my favorite High School teachers (the beloved Ringen) and she said, "geography is destiny". I think she's right. Think about how people end up where they are at, and the chain of events it takes for them to get there. Where do I go next? Why am I going there? What if I make the wrong choice? These are all things that are on repeat in my brain.

It would be nice to have a reason to be somewhere. End of story.

My parents' cat had 5 kittens. So far, taking two of these kittens home is the biggest reason I have to get my own place. At least that way I can start fulfilling my "destiny" as the crazy artsy cat lady who goes to the cinema by herself and treats herself to Justin's organic peanut butter. Mad. But wouldn't they be cute?

I've also been thinking a lot about if I did have my own space... what would I fill it with? While shopping with my darling mother, I acquired a set of kitchen chairs for the amazing price of 35 bucks. They are terribly retro and I love them. I don't really have any "grown up" furniture, so buying these chairs was soooooooooo exciting for me. I really was giddy. This purchase was me being independent. This purchase was me not relying on my roommates to have kitchen chairs. I still need like... a billion things. But I'm not going to wait around anymore to start adding to my collection. I also bought an antique metal water pitcher. Look at me. Progress.

I challenged myself with my good friend Sam to quit sweets for a month. I'm going to do it. It will be hell. I know it.

So I've been spending many hours of  my life putting up with that damned NEVER ENDING PASTA BOWL  at the Olive Garden. And yes, if you didn't know that this wonderful promotion was going on, now is the time to leave your computer screen and run screaming for the wonder of salad and breadsticks, because now is the time people. It kind of grosses me out to see how much some people can eat. I know it's "never ending" but that doesn't mean that you shouldn't STOP before you die from pasta induced shock. Gross.

Speaking of the Olive Garden... still no job/internship, but I'm still applying and trying to work on some projects just for the sake of keeping me sane.

I'm reading "Into the Wild" right now. So far, I really like it.

My next blog will include my summer play list, because frankly I don't want you all to miss out. And by "all", I mean the three people that might read this pathetic excuse for a blog.

The One Where You Can't Find a Band-aid Big Enough

People do stupid things. There is no excuse.

The One Where Expensive Doesn't Always Mean the Best

So today hasn't been the best day, but it hasn't been the worst. I got off early from work, and I decided that I was going to treat myself and get my hair trimmed because frankly, it's been nasty lately. I've been putting it off and putting it off because my last hair-capade ended after only 6 HOURS in the salon. And it wasn't even that great of a job. I had to come home and fix the layers myself. Sheeeeesh.
I have been a nomad for hair stylists for about the last year and half since the last girl I loved and trusted betrayed me with those damn scissors/RAZOR and ruined my hair. It's been a long and painful recovery, but my hair is back to normal.
Today I just wanted a trim because I'm attempting to grow out my hair once again. (talk to me in three years) I didn't know where to go or who to see. So I decided, screw expensive places they haven't done anything good for me over the last year and a half. I'm going to the mall for a 15 dollar trim, and a 5 dollar peek-a-boo color. Off I went, hopeful and optimistic.

The girl that ended up cutting my hair looked like she could have been 16. As I sat in that spinny chair, I thought to myself, "MANDY WHAT ARE YOU DOING, THIS COULD BE A DISASTER TIMES INFINITY." But you know what? That 16 year old with a monotone voice did a better job than ANYONE has in a very long time. She didn't try to find out about my personal life, and we just bonded in the fact that we've both had our bangs cut too short too many times, and how awful it is to grow your hair out after an A-line cut. I loved her. If I wasn't moving away soon, I would have taken her card and gone to her again and again.
So the lesson I learned today is that, although you expect better things/haircut&color combos because they are pricey, it doesn't necessarily mean they will be better than something you can get at the dollar store/Master Cuts at the mall in Logan. Well that and treating yourself is important. Everyone needs to splurge and spend some "me" time every now and then.
P.S. It's great to come home and blog with a kitty on your lap. :)

Ode to Facial Hair

This is my first post. Yay. We'll see how long this blogging actually lasts. I've tried blogging three times, and I failed... all three times. *sigh*

Anyway, my first post was inspired by this poster I saw in the Print Magazine, Design Annual edition.

Facial hair really just makes me happy. I will not say that every male should flaunt it, but all in all I am totally a supporter of some excellent scruff/beardage.


Also on a complete side note (well it involves hair sort of):
I am blessed to have a roommate who is far more in tune to the technicality of beauty than I am. She taught me how to wash my makeup brushes, which for some reason had never crossed my mind. They are just like new now.

Get a small plate and put 1/2 a puddle of dish soap, and 1/2 a puddle of olive oil.
Stir it together.
Scrub your brush bristles.
Wash.
Dry.
All Clean! Thanks, Em. <3