Bang bang

I hate bangs. They suck you in with their adorableness and the fact that you NEVER have to pluck your eyebrows. Then you start to get annoyed because they grow out in five seconds. No matter, they still make your hair look done even when it's not so you keep them. You have a hairstyle and thus you have a discernible "look."

One day, however, you see a picture of yourself with scraggly bangs and decide this madness has to come to an end. Bangs are only good to you 40 percent of the time and that is no way for a hairstyle to be. So you decide to grow them out. You pin them to the side, wear a beanie on weekends, dream about the day you have normal hair again.

You tremble every time you see a picture of a hip girl with stick-straight perfect bangs. Smiling happily, "Life is good because I have the best bangs."

"That could be me," you whisper silently to yourself. "That could be me."

The scissors gleam from their place in the corner.

"You are so great at cutting your own bangs," they seem to say, "you can HAVE those bangs and they will be straight and fall into place perfectly every morning. They will never be in your eyes or messed up every time a breeze blows."

I can do this. I can let go of the bangs. I can last one more month I am rewarding myself with a professional hair cut.

Real mature

An email conversation to illustrate just how adult I am.

On Fri, Jan 28, 2011 at 11:04 AM, David Miller wrote:
Good morning BABY!

On Jan 28, 2011 11:06 AM, Amanda Mears wrote:
wah wah wah wahhhhhhhh

On Fri, Jan 28, 2011 at 11:13 AM, David Miller wrote:
Oh my god! You are literally a baby!

On Jan 28, 2011 11:15 AM, Amanda Mears wrote:
WAAAAAAAAAH WAHWAHWAH WAH WAHHHHHHHHH

On Fri, Jan 28, 2011 at 11:17 AM, David Miller wrote:
I hope you get SIDS.

On Jan 28, 2011 11:21 AM, Amanda Mears wrote:

Rallying for myself

From now on I'm going to start implementing a point system into my life.


I was going to get my lunch out of the fridge at work when I started thinking about how my shoes were giving me a blister and completely forget what I was doing. Panicking, I decided to just take a lap around the office. The office loop ends in a dead end. I had to double back, still confused about why I got up in the first place, while still discreetly pretending that I was going somewhere in particular. Five minutes of being stared at = -5 points.

I struck up a conversation with someone while heating up my lunch. She totally felt my pain about the pointy shoe blister. +2 points

A piece of spaghetti –sauce covered pasta dropped down my neck scarf hitting my face, hair and shirt along the way. -3 points

I'm saving the earth by bringing my own mug to work and washing it out every day. +1 point because washing it totally sucks and I have a bad attitude about going green.

I succeeded at vegetarian week, turning down barbecue chicken pizza, imperial chicken and bacon in the process. +4

So far I'm down 1 point, but there's still time for a comeback. Yay, look how fun the office can be.

Boy, we can do much more together

I've been:

Enjoying mango sticky rice with these fine ladies.

Decorating my humble abode and taking really bad histamatic pictures in low light.

 

Making some books at book binding class

Cuddling with cats against their will.

And wearing the same coat every single day. My brother said it feels like hugging a potato sack.

Optimus Prime

Sometimes I have trouble separating reality from television. Like when Dave is telling me about a car that crashed into a transformer and caused the power to go out everywhere last night. The whole time I was like, "Whoa, that's pretty crazy I can't believe I slept through a Transformer wreaking havoc like that. Wait…"


Yeah, I guess a transformer is some sort of the electrical circuit conductor. Good to know.

Goal #1- Blog sometimes, maybe.

Part of my goal list for 2011 is to try things on a week-to-week basis. That way I don't really have to commit and still feel like I'm accomplishing things. This week has been declared vegetarian week. I don't really eat much meat any way, but I figured this would be a good way to avoid cheeseburgers and Café Rio for a minute.


Other one-week goals:

Exercise every day for a week.

Bike everywhere except work for a week.

No television for a week.

I feel like I deserve some credit for trying to be realistic here. There is no way I will keep that promise to myself to bike everywhere during summer. It's hot, I hate wearing bike appropriate clothes and taking my bike on Trax makes me look ridiculous because I don't have very good balance and trying to juggle a bike while standing up on a moving vehicle is like a comedy routine.

But a week of bike riding is totally plausible. I have all I need within a five block radius: the grocery store, library internet and Dave's cable. See? Weekly goals are awesome and make me feel good about myself with minimal effort.

Other goals:

Make my bed more comfortable.

Take a fancy class.

Go on a trip out of this state.

Finish a book.

It's all about not over-exerting yourself, friends.

UPDATED: I guess this is not vegetarian week because I just ate a chicken quesadilla. I don't regret it, it was amazing.