Just as a warning, this is a rant, and a rather pointless one at that.
It's currently 5:30 am and my alarm is not set to go off until 7:30. But instead of enjoying a wonderful slumber like I should be doing, I'm blogging. For some strange reason, I haven't been able to get more than 2 1/2 hours of sleep. It's rather annoying, but seeings as the birds are starting to chirp and the sun is beginning to rise, I don't think I'll have any better luck in the next short while.
I have no reason for not being able to sleep. I'm not even stressed out right now. I'm rather flustered by my lack of snoozing, especially since I even tried all my tricks. I listened to some soft classical music, went to the bathroom, changed shirts, used different amounts of blankets and still nothing!
Oh well I guess, maybe this is a sign that I should just read or eat or exercise something. I really don't know anymore.
I sincerely hope you (whoever you may be) do not have this problem ever and are enjoying your beauty rest right at this very moment.
Friday, May 31, 2013
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Bad Hair Days
Have you ever died your hair? Ever gotten a haircut?
If your like almost every other human being out there, you've most likely done at least one of those things.
Now, have you ever had something go mysteriously wrong while having either of those things done and had to live with the consequences?
I have had the wonderful misfortune of having both of those things happen at the same time. I completely brought this on myself, and quite honestly it makes me giggle, but it still kinda sucks.
This is how it all began...
I've been dying my hair for about 4 years and I never do it at regular intervals so it usually ends up some pretty random colors. Also, I'm kinda cheap so I buy the box dye instead of spending about ten times more to go get my hair done professionally. I'm the same way with hair cuts. My hair is generally pretty simple so Cost Cutters usually can do the trick. Unless I'm doing something outrageous and fancy with my hair, I keep it pretty cheap.
At school, this was fine because there was this great lady at a nearby Cost Cutters that did an awesome job and really knew her stuff. At home, there's approximately zero inexpensive, decent hair salons. In the past I've gone to Great Clips but I just couldn't bring myself to go there again. Instead, what I chose to do was get my hair cut while I was in Atlanta. There's a lot more variety of what I could find so I thought it would be a good idea but what I ended up with was very unexpected.
I ended up going to this little salon in Walmart (I know, that should be a sign within itself). I went ahead into the salon anyways and got serviced by a very stereotypically black woman. Before you get ahead of yourself, please believe me when I say I am not racist or prejudice, but I do find it mildly entertaining when I encounter someone who lives so gloriously up to the stereotype. She was very nice and seemed very knowledgeable so I thought, what the heck. She washed my hair and brought me over to the chair and we started chit chatting as she began to trim my hair. I had mentioned earlier that my layers needed to be touched up and she was happy to oblige. She insisted that she wasn't worried about how long it took but that she wanted me to be satisfied and she wanted a quality product. It sounded pretty good to me and when she was done, it honestly looked pretty good. Then again, my hair was wet and therefore pretty wavy and crazy how it likes to be. The next day, when I straightened my hair, I got to see just how unevenly it had been cut. The layers are rather sparatic and random and the right side is about a quarter inch longer than the left.
Realistically, my less than spectacular hair cut really isn't that big of a deal, and it was only like twenty bucks. There are ways to get around having uneven layers and interesting bangs, but when coloring it goes awry, we have bigger problems.
Since it's summer and my hair will fade in the sun anyways, I figured I would just try to dye my hair back to its natural color since my roots seriously needed some attention. Unfortunately, my hair never turns the color it's supposed to and for some strange reason, every time I dye my hair, red magically turns up and tints my whole head.
Now what I have is a strange haircut and a whole head of red/brown/caramel colored hair and I'm not going to do anything to change it. Yes, I may have a couple bad hair weeks, but it's hair. It grows and fades and changes every single day. I'm not worried about what it will look like and at least it will bring a smile to my face whenever I look in the mirror.
Smile on, hair enthusiasts! :D
If your like almost every other human being out there, you've most likely done at least one of those things.
Now, have you ever had something go mysteriously wrong while having either of those things done and had to live with the consequences?
I have had the wonderful misfortune of having both of those things happen at the same time. I completely brought this on myself, and quite honestly it makes me giggle, but it still kinda sucks.
This is how it all began...
I've been dying my hair for about 4 years and I never do it at regular intervals so it usually ends up some pretty random colors. Also, I'm kinda cheap so I buy the box dye instead of spending about ten times more to go get my hair done professionally. I'm the same way with hair cuts. My hair is generally pretty simple so Cost Cutters usually can do the trick. Unless I'm doing something outrageous and fancy with my hair, I keep it pretty cheap.
At school, this was fine because there was this great lady at a nearby Cost Cutters that did an awesome job and really knew her stuff. At home, there's approximately zero inexpensive, decent hair salons. In the past I've gone to Great Clips but I just couldn't bring myself to go there again. Instead, what I chose to do was get my hair cut while I was in Atlanta. There's a lot more variety of what I could find so I thought it would be a good idea but what I ended up with was very unexpected.
I ended up going to this little salon in Walmart (I know, that should be a sign within itself). I went ahead into the salon anyways and got serviced by a very stereotypically black woman. Before you get ahead of yourself, please believe me when I say I am not racist or prejudice, but I do find it mildly entertaining when I encounter someone who lives so gloriously up to the stereotype. She was very nice and seemed very knowledgeable so I thought, what the heck. She washed my hair and brought me over to the chair and we started chit chatting as she began to trim my hair. I had mentioned earlier that my layers needed to be touched up and she was happy to oblige. She insisted that she wasn't worried about how long it took but that she wanted me to be satisfied and she wanted a quality product. It sounded pretty good to me and when she was done, it honestly looked pretty good. Then again, my hair was wet and therefore pretty wavy and crazy how it likes to be. The next day, when I straightened my hair, I got to see just how unevenly it had been cut. The layers are rather sparatic and random and the right side is about a quarter inch longer than the left.
Realistically, my less than spectacular hair cut really isn't that big of a deal, and it was only like twenty bucks. There are ways to get around having uneven layers and interesting bangs, but when coloring it goes awry, we have bigger problems.
Since it's summer and my hair will fade in the sun anyways, I figured I would just try to dye my hair back to its natural color since my roots seriously needed some attention. Unfortunately, my hair never turns the color it's supposed to and for some strange reason, every time I dye my hair, red magically turns up and tints my whole head.
Now what I have is a strange haircut and a whole head of red/brown/caramel colored hair and I'm not going to do anything to change it. Yes, I may have a couple bad hair weeks, but it's hair. It grows and fades and changes every single day. I'm not worried about what it will look like and at least it will bring a smile to my face whenever I look in the mirror.
Smile on, hair enthusiasts! :D
Saturday, May 25, 2013
The Unknown
You know the song "Whole Lotta Lovin'" by Led Zeppelin? Well I recently learned something about that song that may have cast a dark shadow over a song I previous really enjoyed.
My older brother used to have night terrors when he was just little and would point to things in his room that no one else could see. Everyone just assumed it was our deceased uncle visiting him, but wouldn't a loving uncle be sweet and gentle? It's certainly a more comforting thought to think a family member is visiting a child versus an unknown entity haunting a child.
Luckily, he grew out of it and as far as I know, he doesn't even remember it. Regardless, does it bother no one else that a child, safe in his crib, can awaken screaming in terror from something no one can see. There is no help that can be offered to a child going through something like this.
But what does all of this have to do with a song by Led Zeppelin? Well, my brother once commented on certain part of this song saying "It sounds like a nightmare, Dad." Now, the only thing I can imagine while listening to that song is my sweet brother, standing in his crib, crying and screaming frozen in terror. Part of me wishes whatever haunted him was my uncle, but I just don't know if that's the case, and if it's not, then I have no desire knowing what it was.
My older brother used to have night terrors when he was just little and would point to things in his room that no one else could see. Everyone just assumed it was our deceased uncle visiting him, but wouldn't a loving uncle be sweet and gentle? It's certainly a more comforting thought to think a family member is visiting a child versus an unknown entity haunting a child.
Luckily, he grew out of it and as far as I know, he doesn't even remember it. Regardless, does it bother no one else that a child, safe in his crib, can awaken screaming in terror from something no one can see. There is no help that can be offered to a child going through something like this.
But what does all of this have to do with a song by Led Zeppelin? Well, my brother once commented on certain part of this song saying "It sounds like a nightmare, Dad." Now, the only thing I can imagine while listening to that song is my sweet brother, standing in his crib, crying and screaming frozen in terror. Part of me wishes whatever haunted him was my uncle, but I just don't know if that's the case, and if it's not, then I have no desire knowing what it was.
Friday, May 24, 2013
Perspective
It's such a powerful word with so many meanings.
I figured out what the point of that movie, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, was. It explains how elderly people realize that there's more to life than what they've grown accustomed to. They gain a new perspective on things as they adjust to a culture so very different from the one they thought they knew.
Some grow with change, some become uptight and try their best to fight new things. Perspective can change you and help you to see the brighter side of things.
In our own ways, we all live in a bubble of what we supposedly know. Within this bubble, however, we are blindsided by the wonderful things we are surrounded by. Knowledge is power and with that knowledge of other places and how they do things, we can move forward in all things in life.
A little perspective goes a long way in any situation and it just so happens that it has helped with innovation and progress.
All that being said, having a little perspective just might help you get out of your next jam.
Happy sailings optimists!
I figured out what the point of that movie, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, was. It explains how elderly people realize that there's more to life than what they've grown accustomed to. They gain a new perspective on things as they adjust to a culture so very different from the one they thought they knew.
Some grow with change, some become uptight and try their best to fight new things. Perspective can change you and help you to see the brighter side of things.
In our own ways, we all live in a bubble of what we supposedly know. Within this bubble, however, we are blindsided by the wonderful things we are surrounded by. Knowledge is power and with that knowledge of other places and how they do things, we can move forward in all things in life.
A little perspective goes a long way in any situation and it just so happens that it has helped with innovation and progress.
All that being said, having a little perspective just might help you get out of your next jam.
Happy sailings optimists!
And the Adventure Begins...
Welp.. Here we are, my first blog.
I always dreamed of having a blog. Don't ask me why but it was just something I wanted to do. The only thing stopping me was the lack of anything exciting happening in my life. This summer seems like the perfect time to start. The usually very boring life of Sam Jones is about to get a lot more exciting! I will be traveling out of the country for the first time ever along with going to New Orleans. All of this is happening after my visit to see my Dad in Atlanta where I currently am.
Along with all of my travels this summer I will be working at my local pool as a lifeguard and at the local Godfather's. Pretty exciting stuff, I know.
I am currently watching a move called The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel... or at least I think that's what it's called. I'm not really sure, my step mom picked it out. It's good so far but rather strange and I'm not really sure of the plot. We'll see.
So, yeah. Sorry about to sparatic nature of this blog but that's kinda just how my mind works. It jumps around a lot and I just can't help it. Since my blogs will probably be just my thoughts they will definitely be spastic and completely unorganized.
I hope I haven't completely bored you to death or scared you away but there's more to come!
I always dreamed of having a blog. Don't ask me why but it was just something I wanted to do. The only thing stopping me was the lack of anything exciting happening in my life. This summer seems like the perfect time to start. The usually very boring life of Sam Jones is about to get a lot more exciting! I will be traveling out of the country for the first time ever along with going to New Orleans. All of this is happening after my visit to see my Dad in Atlanta where I currently am.
Along with all of my travels this summer I will be working at my local pool as a lifeguard and at the local Godfather's. Pretty exciting stuff, I know.
I am currently watching a move called The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel... or at least I think that's what it's called. I'm not really sure, my step mom picked it out. It's good so far but rather strange and I'm not really sure of the plot. We'll see.
So, yeah. Sorry about to sparatic nature of this blog but that's kinda just how my mind works. It jumps around a lot and I just can't help it. Since my blogs will probably be just my thoughts they will definitely be spastic and completely unorganized.
I hope I haven't completely bored you to death or scared you away but there's more to come!
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