This is all for Hannah
Okay. So I'd like to say in advance that this is all for inkstain who told me that I should stop being such a wuss because ljing is all about writing about nothing. So if I spend several hundred words saying nothing and clog up your friends list, it's all her fault.
Boy have I gotten out of practice with this. I've even gotten out of practice writing in a paper journal, which I managed to do last year for the longest stretch of time in my life (6 months). But then after I came back from the India Trip From Hell (TM), I had so much to do that I stopped journalling. And now 4 months later, my journal is safely packed in a box, at Smith, so there's no chance I'll be able to break that cycle.
But today was in fact an interesting day. As opposed to yesterday, where all I could have said was "I woke up and had breakfast and lay in bed until noon, when I finally took a shower and called inkstain, but not at the same time."
Whereas today I can say that I spent a lovely afternoon dying my hair, destroying my t-shirts, and splashing paint on my shoes.
So now my hair is sort of reddish purple, because my mom begged me not to bleach it (and to be honest, I didn't really want to myself). So I just put the purple dye in over my natural hair color and hoped for the best. It looks....good, I think, even if it is a bit more subtle than I'm used to.
I did this over at my friend Joellen's house, but wisely refrained from washing the dye out in her bathtub. And all I can say is thank goodness I did, because my bathtub is now a light purple color from the dye. However, since it's my bathtub and no one else's, I can ignore it until my mother comes in and looks at it.
After we put the dye in my hair, Jo and I splashed paint all over the converse that I bought at Buffalo Exchange. (God, I love the Buffalo Exchange. I will be sad to leave it in Tucson, although that's probably better for my budget.) They were mid calf length black ones with the zippers so you can take off the top bit and just have regular sneakers, and they are probably the most hipster thing I own, but they were $16 so I knew that this was the time to get them. And about a week ago I decided that they would look much better if they were liberally splashed with paint...and the rest is history. Pretty, pretty history.
(Of course now I have to find clothing that will go with them, which is not helping my desire to buy a pair of skinny jeans. I know. SHAME. Sometimes I'm afraid of what Smith has done to me.)
Tomorrow I'm going to have lunch at Little Cafe Poca Cosa, one last hurrah before I become a vegetarian for at least the summer but probably forever. This will be much easier when I'm back in Northampton, because there is no good Mexican food in NoHo, so there's no temptation to eat meat. However I've put it off for the past three weeks because as long as I'm in Tucson I'm eating as much Mexican food as my stomach will hold, and I will not sacrifice my Pollo Adobado or Carnitas or Carne Asada or anything else yummy which I probably won't get again. Plus its saved the argument with my mother. (True story: when I gave up fish last year, the first thing my mother said was "But how will you get all those essential oils and minerals?!" My mother: good person, strange priorities.)
Then I will go and say goodbye to my Tucson friends for the summer as I head back to NoHo on Saturday and my parents have claimed all my other time ever.
I'm not sure that I'll have a room available when I get back, so I may have to crash on someone's floor for the night. But hey, at least I have a room for the summer. For a while there it was looking like it wasn't going to happen.
Boy have I gotten out of practice with this. I've even gotten out of practice writing in a paper journal, which I managed to do last year for the longest stretch of time in my life (6 months). But then after I came back from the India Trip From Hell (TM), I had so much to do that I stopped journalling. And now 4 months later, my journal is safely packed in a box, at Smith, so there's no chance I'll be able to break that cycle.
But today was in fact an interesting day. As opposed to yesterday, where all I could have said was "I woke up and had breakfast and lay in bed until noon, when I finally took a shower and called inkstain, but not at the same time."
Whereas today I can say that I spent a lovely afternoon dying my hair, destroying my t-shirts, and splashing paint on my shoes.
So now my hair is sort of reddish purple, because my mom begged me not to bleach it (and to be honest, I didn't really want to myself). So I just put the purple dye in over my natural hair color and hoped for the best. It looks....good, I think, even if it is a bit more subtle than I'm used to.
I did this over at my friend Joellen's house, but wisely refrained from washing the dye out in her bathtub. And all I can say is thank goodness I did, because my bathtub is now a light purple color from the dye. However, since it's my bathtub and no one else's, I can ignore it until my mother comes in and looks at it.
After we put the dye in my hair, Jo and I splashed paint all over the converse that I bought at Buffalo Exchange. (God, I love the Buffalo Exchange. I will be sad to leave it in Tucson, although that's probably better for my budget.) They were mid calf length black ones with the zippers so you can take off the top bit and just have regular sneakers, and they are probably the most hipster thing I own, but they were $16 so I knew that this was the time to get them. And about a week ago I decided that they would look much better if they were liberally splashed with paint...and the rest is history. Pretty, pretty history.
(Of course now I have to find clothing that will go with them, which is not helping my desire to buy a pair of skinny jeans. I know. SHAME. Sometimes I'm afraid of what Smith has done to me.)
Tomorrow I'm going to have lunch at Little Cafe Poca Cosa, one last hurrah before I become a vegetarian for at least the summer but probably forever. This will be much easier when I'm back in Northampton, because there is no good Mexican food in NoHo, so there's no temptation to eat meat. However I've put it off for the past three weeks because as long as I'm in Tucson I'm eating as much Mexican food as my stomach will hold, and I will not sacrifice my Pollo Adobado or Carnitas or Carne Asada or anything else yummy which I probably won't get again. Plus its saved the argument with my mother. (True story: when I gave up fish last year, the first thing my mother said was "But how will you get all those essential oils and minerals?!" My mother: good person, strange priorities.)
Then I will go and say goodbye to my Tucson friends for the summer as I head back to NoHo on Saturday and my parents have claimed all my other time ever.
I'm not sure that I'll have a room available when I get back, so I may have to crash on someone's floor for the night. But hey, at least I have a room for the summer. For a while there it was looking like it wasn't going to happen.