Happiness

No matter how little I've eaten...

"What doesn't kill me, doesn't kill me."
-Next to Normal

No matter how little I've eaten that day, or how small the servings actually are, or how much broccoli and freshly picked basil I've added to it...eating an entire bowl of "Cars" shaped macaroni and cheese always makes me feel like a third grader on the high road to heart disease.

Without fail.

Every time.

Adventures in Zebra Eyebrows and Other Fabulous Experiences.

So, my original black eyebrows are growing back in, mixed in with the blonditude of the others. Right now I suffer from a kind of zebra-brow, with dark black and blonde mixing in strange patterns. Now, no one really seems to notice except me, but I tell ya, I have had my eyes opened to the intricacies of eyebrow hair growth. I can now see, in detail, how fast they grow, and naturally fall out, and where the growth is at the highest rate. Consider it part of my ever growing body-awareness.

Nevertheless, I still look presentable.

On another note, as I slowly free myself from the chrysalis that is my 18 credit school schedule, and my recent Language Acquisition Science and School Law Class exploits this summer, I've noticed that my social life looked a little like my under-nourished mint plant....that is...undernourished. So, I've decided to try to up my social comings and goings and get back to that happy place of never ending parties which may or may not have actually existed in my high school experience (I think I overworked myself then too.).

At the same time I am attempting to broaden my friend base with the many groups of new and interesting people I have come across in my various journeys.

This Just In: I like people.

I like likeable people, that is. Darn shame that I only seem to know likeable people. I fantasize about being some sort of monarch/president/benevolent tyrant where I can pick a cabinet of counselors and cabinet members- because my friend base is skilled, talented, beautiful, and widely (wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidely) diverse in interests. Just once, I want to (while wearing something impressively chic) turn and say "I'll have to discuss it with my counselors." and then retreat a few paces, and whisper contemplatively with a few select friends and associates, carefully balancing their wise and knowledgeable opinions into the perfect solution.

I have boring fantasies.

Also, LittleSister....your graduation invitation is come. Not only are you a genius, but beautiful. I can't wait to hang out with you and have adventures when you come on down.

MusicallyDerivedName it was lovely to speak with you and celebrate your birthday-even if I was "crazy-eye" tired and spoke nothing of interest the entire time. If you take over the world before I, I promise to be better as a member of the cabinet.

Miata, "Who ate my entire PIE!"
I adored shopping with you, and watching that great movie. So sorry that homework swallowed you today (homework swallows me for months at a time...like Pinocchio.), and perhaps we should go swimming at my pool (which is now heated! Bwahaha!) sometime. Bring the lovely Kreme girl while you are at it. I shall add her to my friend-pertoire (like repertoire...but a replaced first syllable).

Anyway-I've got to go and speak to my dear man Jim (sigh...the Gym) who I haven't seen in a while due to my Timp-o-bogus fall earlier last month.

Adventures in Blonde Eyebrows

So, having run out of astringent, I thought to myself ,"Hey, I still have all that Hydrogen Peroxide in my medicine cabinet...I will use that." So, for the last week and a half, I have ended my cleaning routine with a lovely swab of H2O2. The results for my skin have been fantastic. The cleansing has been thorough and the healing has been quick...but here's the unexpected side effect.

Blonde Eyebrows


Bright Blonde Eyebrows.


Now, I knew that H2O2 had bleaching properties. All those "Oxy-Clean/Wash/Magic Potions" include H2O2. Anne Frank used H2O2 to bleach the darker hair on her face. But I didn't expect results so drastic, so quickly. My eyebrows are several shades lighter than my actual hair. It looks kind of freaky. I have attempted to remedy this problem by spraying my hair with a diluted H2O2 solution every morning, and hope that since the eyebrow to head hair ratio has a higher turnover, the eyebrows might even out over time with the slower lightening of my hair.

But that's just the first of it.

Now, I never grew up with blonde eyebrows. I always had dark ones, which I have slowly adapted to.

Blonde eyebrows on me look kinda bushy. They blend in with my already hyper-white skin tone, so my forehead is becoming one giant brow. The lighter color also draws the eye to them, accentuating their natural fullness. It gets even harder to tame them, since when I went to wax the babies, I couldn't tell where to start. With dark eyebrows, at least I could see when I had brow-o-clock shadow. Now, it's just a rather bushy-looking brow-mystery (brow-stery?).

Now, I'll be the first to admit that ,after some highly calculated time, when I look good I can look GOOD....but when I look bad.....I look BAAAAAAAAAD. Seriously.


An excellent example being all the rather unflattering shots I've had to untag (with the clicking speed and attitude of one playing a violent computer game... "Die Zombie Photos DIE!") of my recent excursion to Capitol Reef National Park and Goblin Valley State Park.


It rained the whole time, and when I'm focusing on outcome (like hiking or education) I care very very little for how I look...as long as I live under the delusion that I look dang good. Nothing like a little slap in the face with the reality fish . ( " Great, pictures! Let me see! Hey, where'd my chin go? Who invited that unflattering extra padding on my person! What is THAT! That can be photoshoped, right?")

But by far the strangest thing was the blonde...blonde eyebrows.

Elizabeth Gilbert on Nurturing Creativity

I am behind on EVERYTHING!

I really wish that I was articulate and brave. Oh, the things I could do if I enjoyed writing and had all the time in the world.

Wait....actually, I do have all the time in the world...I just fill it with busy stuff. I need to meditate (something I do for half an hour...once a week...maybe...oh, be quiet!) and chill out....the only problem being that my meditation always looks a little something like THIS...

A funny thing happened...

So, while taking a stroll around campus tonight, a hidden cat LEAPED out of a garbage can not 6 inches from my person. I screamed really loudly. Everyone within 100 feet saw and heard the nefarious cat-tack. Freaked me out.

Also, at work today, I sat down in my sturdy four legged rolly chair...and promptly fell over backwards.

Sturdy MY FOOT....no seriously...my foot was the only sturdy thing in the room. Between chair-batoge and cat-tacks I'm starting to wonder if I've cheated death or something, and the universe is just trying to catch up.