Long Beautiful Hair...

Hmm...well I wasn't able to post late last night like I usually do, and I think it's too early for the creative juices to flow. But if I don't post before midnight, I will have missed a day, and I'm trying hard not to. Umm, so my lame topic will be hair today. (sorry)

So I got my hair cut today and this was the first cut in my life, at least as far as I know, that I had a male hair dresser. The only other guy that has gone near my hair with scissors was my dad when I was like 6 and I had some wicked knots. But anyways. So I had a guy and he actually did a really good job and knew how to fix the last miserable great clips' lady's mistake on my bangs. A shout out to Super Cuts. NY knows how it's done. :)

Also on the topic of hair, I am now using Pantene Beautiful Lengths and I think I like it. My hair looks shiny and feels stronger. The only thing is that maybe it feels a little drier, but that could be the winter weather. I've always liked Pantene though.

Ok, I'm done now and have kept my word thus far on the every day posting. Adieu!

(Listening to "If I were a Boy"~~Beyonce "I'd put myself first and make the rules as I go..." That's how I roll.)

Short and Sweet

Ok, well after my last magnificent post, I just have 3 things to say because I'm actually a little tired and feeling less than creative at the moment.

1.) I absolutely love SnOw!
2.) I absolutely HaTe stupid drivers
3.) I like AbSoLut :)

Good night! ;)

(Listening to "I wish you were here" ~~Incubus "....and in this moment I am happy." Indeed.)

Rain, Rain...

So I came across something I had started writing back in the summer and I thought I'd share and expand upon it. It's not on a topic or anything; it's just simple creative writing at work. Embrace it and deal with it.

Tempest

The rain pattered petals of watery lust upon the windows. Each drop that fell craved for the space and room to fall and slide as it pleased. It moaned as it fell into puddles on the wooden deck; the creaking of the board delighting in its own release. Oblivious to the symphonic sex of the thunderstorm overhead, she sat under the gray umbrella taking drags from a Marlboro lite cigarette that had been smoked down to the butt. Her eyes milky white with cataracts saw nothing but shadows and blurs, and the occasional whip of movement from the willow tree on the lawn; the branches lashing out like angry whips at the backs of traitors.

On this night, the clearest thing she could see was the glowing ash from her cigarette, burning red and dimming slowly until it went out. "That was my last one too," she coughed out in a harsh smokers voice. Grabbing a tissue from her dampened coat pocket, she placed her parched lips to it and spat. As the storm reached its climax, she put away her umbrella, walked across the bare, puddled lawn, and reached her arms out to the heavens, waiting for something, anything to happen. The only thing that would get its way that night was the storm as it sighed in pleasure and the lady sat crying in the mud, tears falling like the storm itself.

So there you go, a little bouquet for your fiction pallet. See you tomorrow. (I'm on a role!)

(listening to "Look Up"~~Stars "So far keeping it together's been enough, but look up: the rain is falling, looks like love...)

Mind over Music

Ok, so technically it is the next day, but it's midnight, so the post will say the 19th, but I like writing later at night. Not only because I have nothing to do, but it's when the wheels are still turning in that cavernous head of mine. I think writing helps to slow the gears down enough so sleep is possible.

So I thought of my own topic today, and that's music.

I don't think I would survive my life without music. It fills the silence, makes you remember things (think about it, you may not know the beginning of the declaration of independence, but by God you can remember the beginning to Britney's Spears "Oops I did it again."), makes you want to dance, and sometimes just gets you through the day, whether it makes you happy, sadder, angry, depressed, etc...

I think that most people would agree with me that music is the heartbeat of our way of life. If you were to walk around a college campus, city streets, anywhere, you will usually find more than a few people with headphones on their heads; mouthing the words to some song they probably listen to every day and feel special for knowing it word for word. Rather than have the whispers of your thoughts in the mind, the music is right there to keep you company.

Music is just....amazing. I don't know what else to say. I could probably ramble on more about how music speaks to the soul and that even when you are at your worst, it can bring memories to light that are bound to change your mood...but I don't want to write a novel. Yet.

But on the topic of music, before I end, I would like to point out that I think it's BS that iTunes may have a iTax on downloading songs. You might as well ask people to illegally download songs...Anyways, iTunes can kick my iAss.

Music is love, love, music, that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know (my twist on Keats ;) )

(Listening to "No One Remix"~~Alicia keys..."I know, some people search the world...." Keep looking)

The Name Game

Around a week ago, roughly, I was going to write something profound to start my blog up again, but unfortunately for you--my one reader-- the alcohol stole away those precious brain cells that would have revealed the meaning of life right here on this magnificent Internet.

Anyways...

New York always ignites my desire to write, so here I am on the blog typing away insanities, possibly ramblings. I feel like I don't really write enough anymore after school finished, so maybe I should try to make my blog more relevant. How about I pick a topic, or some random person picks me one and I will write about it?? Ok, I'm going to go to google, go to the news page, and write about the first thing that pops up....hold on...Ok, got to love google

My topic: Adolf Hitler Campbell (really?)

So some parents decided to name their kid after a mass murderer with a horrible shave because it's supposed to be unique since no one would think to call their kid that....Only in America, right? Well, personally I think that they should have just called the kid Adolf because that's not really common either, and i think you could pull cuteness from it. Just give the kid some liderhosen or whatever the hell it is you wear, and call him Addie or something. But once you add Hitler, you go too far. When are people going to realize that just because you went around naming your cracked out Barbie's things like apple or rumor or ((wait, those are movie stars' kids names...makes you wonder)) doesn't mean you should fall though with the weird names in real life.

I feel bad for the kid, but what with the American education system being what it is today, maybe the kid will grow up not really learning about the story behind his name, and neither will the kids that will still tease him because the kid's name is Adolf....

Ok, so there is my rant for the evening :) Breathe in the excellence and maybe I will post tomorrow, but don't hold that beautiful breath in, because I'm not promising anything ;)

(Listening to "Second Chance"~~Shinedown "I just saw Haley's comet, she waved, said why you always running in place; even the man in the moon disappeared..." I love this song. The moon was beautiful a night or two ago, and now it's sheltered by clouds....sigh)

Inconsistency

So I just realized that I did not write a single entry for the month of November. This is exactly the reason why I don't keep a diary; I don't have the patience or effort to write something all the time...Hmm, so I'm going to write something just to put December on the board just in case I don't write again for a while.

Well, maybe later I will write. Now it's time to go and drink with the roomies ;)