This morning I woke up feeling full of regret as I looked into the mirror. With summer, comes all questionable decisions. Yesterday I got bored. And what else does a crazy 19 year old do when she’s feeling bored but go chop all of her hair off? Seems logical right? Don’t worry people; I didn’t go completely Britney Spears-psycho, just a casual 12 inches. After years of straightening, curling, crimping (yes, we all make mistakes) and wrapping my long locks into buns, it was time for a change. After my stylist questioned my sanity and made sure that I wasn’t on any severe medications or drugs, she made the first cut. I cringed as I sat in the salon chair watching it all fall, forming a small animal on the floor as my stylist continued to talk about her recent Pinterest crafting. DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME? WHY DON’T I LOOK LIKE THE PICTURE OF JENNIFER ANISTON I BROUGHT ALREADY? WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE ANYMORE? After a few dramatic moments I was over it and embraced my mild Britney Spears move and my new short do. Although I can’t run my fingers through my long locks anymore, someone else can now. I was lucky enough to be able to donate all twelve inches to Locks of Love for a cancer patient who is not as fortunate as I am. While I am experiencing a mild Haircut Hangover this morning, it’s reassuring to know that someone is able to have something that I’ve always taken for granted. Everyone makes questionable hair decisions, like the bowl cut Annie had me sporting for way past when it was considered cute, my many years of bangs, or the numerous up do’s I donned for all of those High School dances, but at least someone else can benefit from my decision this time. So here’s to my new mom haircut and sheer boredom, all in the name of charity.
Until who knows when,
PS: I think the Star Tribune is stalking me or something… The cover of the Variety section this morning included an article all about the new bob cut. The perfect cure to my Haircut Hangover.
So today I did something I normally don’t enjoy doing…I ventured into the bright, white utopia full of nerdy guys running around in blue shirts holding various technologically advanced devices A.K.A The Apple Store. Lost and confused, I walked up to one of these guys and asked if they can help me with my recently broken phone. He quickly swiped and I watched in awe as his little fingers moved at light speed across his iPad and before I knew it, I had an appointment with The Genius. Trust me, it’s really not as cool as it sounds. I waited around for 45 minutes until it was my turn to meet with The Genius (Side note: every time I type The Genius I say it in my head in a deep voice like from Wizard of Oz, and I suggest you do the same, it makes it way more fun). Long story short, I met with The Genius, who’s name is actually Tim, but I’m still gonna refer to him as The Genius. Within 1 minute we came to the conclusion that the only solution to my problem is a small price of $199. Awesome. After hearing this news, I figured I should make use of my time with The Genius. So I picked his brain on some pressing topics. Like why my Cat Effects app closes out every time I open it. Or why I don’t get texts or phone calls (Just kidding… I’m well aware that this issue has nothing to do with the technology behind my phone). After these critical matters were addressed, my time with The Genius was over. I walked away feeling technologically obsolete and with this mysterious floating white dot he made appear on my screen. Lessons learned? 1. The Genius is not as cool as it sounds. 2. I’m totally okay with being technologically challenged and 3. That shade of blue wouldn’t even look good on me.
Until who knows when,
PS: Seriously if anyone knows what the heck this mysterious white dot (refer to picture below) is… please report to me.
PPS: I was serious about the call/text thing, feel free to contact me people, I’m bored.
In honor of Mother’s Day, today’s post is dedicated to the one and only Annie Kapsner. Along with honoring the woman who birthed me, I would also like to give a shout out to the “homemade coupon book” for bailing me out for countless Mother’s and Father’s days in the past. This Mother’s day marks the first time in which I have not resorted to slapping together the classic coupon book at midnight the night before. Each of these special coupon books typically included a couple free hugs and maybe a free afternoon with me if I’m feeling generous. Written on construction paper and stapled with love. This year is different though. However lame the peace sign IU t-shirt that I picked up at the bookstore last minute may be, I’m taking baby steps away from the coupon books. It’s all about the baby steps, people. The thing is, my mom has never cared what I got her for her every Mother’s day, well she never has told me she cares at least (…but really who doesn’t want a couple free hugs from yours truly?) and chances are, your mom doesn’t either. At the end of the day, it’s the thought that counts. So to all of you out there vigorously cutting construction paper and coloring against the clock… keep it up and maybe throw in an extra free hug if you’re feelin’ it.
Until who knows when,
Happy Mom’s day to the myth, the legend, the one and only… Annie Kapsner!
Today was like any other day. I walked past the front desk of the gym, got harassed once again for “forgetting” my membership card (I really have no idea where the heck that thing is and I lie to the lady every time) put in my headphones, and prepared myself for my workout aka an hour of prime people watching. I have found that there are 7 types of gym goers…
- The Bodybuilders: Always wearing cut off tees from the kids section with some sort of motivational saying on the front (see Exhibit A below), with gloves and these weird belts that I will never understand the purpose of. These guys spend the majority of their time on the weight machines seeing who can lift the most. Another puzzling thing I’ve found regarding this type is the mysterious pink drink they always carry around and constantly shake up in those clear water bottles (Confession: sometimes when I want to feel cool and strong like them I’ll bring crystal light pink lemonade to the gym)
- The Power Moms: Decked out in workout clothes more expensive than the majority of the machines, these women mean business. They typically can be found occupying the entire elliptical section while emailing on their iPhones organizing play dates for their prodigy children and probably taking over the world.
- The Middle School BFFs: Beware, these girls travel in packs and switch machines before you can blink an eye. OMG I hope hot Danny from homeroom didn’t see me just trip on this Stairmaster!!!
- The Annoying Couple: Clad in matching t-shirts from that 5k they conquered together, with an unnatural amount of energy. You’re most likely to find this couple headed to a cycling class together, motivating one another to be “the best they can be” using the pet names they have for each other.
- High School Boys: This is a whole new breed. Wearing their respective team wear and “Beats” (for those of you not familiar with “Beats by Dre”…they are headphones bigger than most people’s own body). These guys seem to just wander around the gym for hours, lifting a couple weights and taking trips to the water fountain every five seconds so they can check themselves out in the mirror.
- The Woman Wearing the “YOLO” Shirt and Scrunchie on the Treadmill Next to Me: No explanation necessary for this one. But you’ll probably see her walking around the locker room naked later though…
- Me: From the comfort of the treadmill in the back corner, observing all of you.
Until who knows when,
A prime example of “The Bodybuilder” please note the fact that his shirt says “Battle Mode”
It’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for…
I am giving the world a chance to delve even deeper into my mind. Last year it was a Twitter account, which to this day I remain shocked that nearly 300 people follow me and care to know my constant thoughts (which typically consist of squirrels, the weather, and yep, that’s about it). But now I am finally joining the blog world. Still not really sure what this all means but I’m just gonna go with it. I’m just your typical 19 year old home for the summer, finding the wonderful in life’s average moments each day. So sit back, relax, and enjoy this wonderfully average life with me, people.
Until who knows when,