Week 4.

These pictures don't prove much, but my hair has gotten at least a cm longer since I dyed it, because I can see the roots.
By prom, it should be past my shoulders! ha.

Until The Last Of Days.

I've never blogged from the kitchen before. So, naturally, this seems like an amazing opportunity to do so. My computer is fucked, and, of course, we can't find the warranty information. Meaning, I am stuck with a crappy computer until graduation, when my grandparents buy me a new, nice one.
School really sucks. I'm not as close to my old friends, and each day is the worst day of my life. I'm not saying I'm now an antisocial loser, I talk to many people during the day, but after school, I almost never have plans other than working, or going to dance.
Perhaps this is my senior year reality check. Maybe I am supposed to grow out of sleepovers, and hanging out with someone everyday of the week. Or maybe I have just come to realize that last year, when I wasn't with Alex, I was with Brandon. Yeah, that thought is somewhat depressive. I only know two things for sure; no matter how much time we spend, or don't spend, together, me and Alex are still great friends, and, Shannon will be home in two weeks, so I will have someone to spend all those empty and odd moments with.
I am also very depressed with the facts that I will not be moving out next year. I am staying home, for sure, and going to U of M Dearborn. Of course, there is nothing wrong with that school, but it's never where I really saw myself. I saw myself walking the streets of some campus with excitement all around, or driving home, and walking up three flights of stairs to my apartment.
My main goal in life right now is to move out. And I have made this painfully clear to my family. I vowed to save my money, and have some start up cash to get out, but we know that wont happen. I suppose my only hope is to be dating a guy with an apartment by the time I turn 18, that way I have somewhere to escape to, like Amber.
Oh my silly dreams.

Up at 4 in the AM.

Most my friends are sleeping, and it sucks having no one to talk to at this time of night, well, morning I guess. Alex passes out at a decent hour, Chelsea is busy with her man so I don't want to bug her, and Shannon, well, he gets woken up every morning at 4:30, so I'm not going to bug him either.
At midnight, I was going to go to bed, but I started reading my new book.
At one, I was going to go to bed, but I got an idea and had to write it down.
At two, I was going to go to bed, but one of my favorite episodes of Roseanne was on.
At three, I was going to go to sleep, but, just my luck, I couldn't and can't fall asleep.

And of course there is no one to talk to at 4 in the morning.
I mean, I am the kind of person that loves getting phone calls in the middle of the night. But not many other people like that.
I hate texting at night, because people always fall asleep on me.

My sleep schedule is going to be so fucked tomorrow night.
So yeah, point, call me at 4 in the morning.
I will probably be awake.


Oh, and here's a picture of a small Thanksgiving meal I made by myself today.
Larry's work gave us a turkey, but we didn't need it, so I decided to make a "Miller Lite Turkey", because that's what I drenched it in when I put it in the roaster.
I am very proud of my dinner.

week 3.

After looking at my yearbook picture I took a little over a month ago, and this newest picture, I can see my hair has grown quite a bit.
I would wait till Sunday to update, but I am up now, and was getting ready for bed, and had my camera sitting in bed with me, so I took a quick picture. Please excuse the PJ's.

So here's a before and after picture.

week 2.

week two (: or, like 4 days after I posted week one, but I am going to try to do this every Sunday.

And my hair, I can't tell if it's really grown much, but the texture and stuff has definitely improved.In other news, I know everyone is dying to hear about the goings on in my personal life, and I haven't updated in awhile.

So, Shannon will be home in two weeks, or a month, no set date. I am having the money issues, and can't pay my car insurance on time, causing my mother to get on my case. I got into CMU and U of MD, I decided on U of MD because of like three reasons. (1) It's somewhat cheaper (2) I already have a job here, and would hate to have to find a new one where I actually have to work hard (: (3) I think I would party too much at CMU.
See, my life isn't very exciting. But, I bet it took up at least three minutes to read this, so yeah, took up some of your day.

update.

week one.

Because Eric caught me being lazy.

2 A Day Keeps The Baby At Bay.

Well, that is the reason I only take one. I recently did some research and found that prenatal vitamins are good for hair & nail growth, and I am in desperate need for some rapid hair growth, because my hair is currently short and gay.
So tonight I went to my local CVS, where I wandered to the back of the store, and then purchased the prenatal pills. The cashier looked at me, then the box, then me again, and then finished ringing me up without making anymore eye contact.
It was a wonderful experience. Anywhoser. I am going to keep track via blog, and using my shitty digital camera, of my hair growth each week. So every Sunday I am going to try to take a head shot and see if my hair has grown at all, and see if these pills even work.

I just popped the first one. And I am just using a recently shot picture as a starting point.
Here goes nothing.