Can it Be Friday?

I really wanted to write yesterday but I couldn't justify spending any less time studying for my Poverty/Welfare final than I was already wasting.  I got sufficiently more work done while home this weekend than I thought I would which is a plus, but I wouldn't have done well on my exam if I didn't cram three straight hours of studying in today.  Granted, all the time I spent studying at home was definitely half assed.  I was cooped up in Tom's old room (it's the only room in the house where a laptop can pick up free wi-fi signal from surrounding houses) all the while my father is barging in and out with furniture from the living room.  He was making room for the Christmas tree...  The next time I tried studying I was with Jenna and Tim Horton's.  I don't know why we think we can not see each other for a week then get together to "study" and actually study.  It sounds like I'm insinuating something sexual but really we just have to fill each other up with details about our love life.  So I probably got twenty minutes of focus time, the minutes weren't even consecutive... within the 120 minutes we were there.  Thirdly, I was studying next to Connor in his room last night while he's learning to play a new song on his guitar.  Did I think his playing was going to be conducive to me retaining information from my notebook?  No.  Was it?  Absolutely not.  But it saved me some time today of organizing my materials.  Obviously the most productive time I spent studying was at the library in a little secluded cubby by myself.  HOW BORING AND PREDICTABLE.

I got the job I interviewed for on Saturday.  I'm quite pleased that I'll have something consistent to do over break, but it's going to blow if I have to work Christmas Eve and NYE etc.  (The job is a product of hiring holiday help at a department store that I'm not going to name because I don't want to lose the job I just got).  Don't people do that now though?  Type a new employees name in Google and find out all the dirty details of their life?  Or do I spend too much time watching Dateline?
I have to see how long I can go without telling my dad I got a job up at the mall.  He doesn't let Mackenzie or I drive up to the mall in rain or snow, or at night usually.  He'd probably prefer we don't drive there at all...too much traffic and stimulation for us to handle.
I can't believe he's the same man who I went to the bars with on Saturday where he like feeds me alcohol to no end.  So yes my parents and Connor and I went to the bar to see Tom (brother) play a show.  I love going downtown with my parents and they are definitely more embarrassed by me than I am of them.

I lost the $50 dollar bet my mom made me 2 months ago about not dying my hair until graduation.  Jenna's mom dyed it back to my natural color on Saturday.  I'm going to try to keep it for a while because I like it.  And it's the normal-est my hair has been since middle school.  Which makes it extremely not normal for me.

Dad: "Will you pull out for me?"  (he was talking about my car parked in the driveway)

Me: "That's what she said."

Mack: "Ew, you just said that to dad."

Me: "You're right.  That's gross."

Dad: "Wait.  She said what? Just pull it out."

*cringe*

I'm seriously never making jokes at home ever again they fail terribly.

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Cat>Children and Hair Dye>Mud

One of my favorite books that I was introduced to my freshman year of college is Looking for Alaska.  The book is definitely a tear jerker, but one of the lines that made me emotional most likely is one that most readers just probably giggle at a little and then carry on.  I can't remember exactly who the quote is referring to, but I would guess it's the "superficial" girls who spend too much time worrying about their hair.  Meh.

"They love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting."

I read this and distinctly remember having to pause and contemplate the statement.  Yes, I realize it's a fictional book, but it hit me hard.  I love  my hair.  Obviously, I have days when I question why I don't shave my head because A) it would save me so much more time and B) it would save me money.  And then there's those evenings when you're getting ready and aiming for one hair style and you honestly believe your hair is working against you just to increase frustration and make you burn yourself with the straightener so everyone thinks you got a massive hickey.  This is when I start to curse my split ends for frizzing up or those kinks that suddenly seem permanent.
Cue Mom's infamous quote, "You should be happy you have hair.  Some people don't."  Irrelevant, Mother.  I never said I wasn't happy having hair.  I'm just unhappy with the hair I have in this moment.  Besides, she literally uses that quote for anything I complain about.

Me:  "Why is Vincent (our cat that mom loves over all of her children combined) biting my toes?  I think they're bleeding now."
Mom:  "You should be happy he even comes home to us when we let him outside during the day." 

Seriously?

He comes home to us because you feed him and let him sleep in your king size bed.  And if we don't let him in he does this at our kitchen window.  Take your pick.

Master Vincent letting his slaves know he's ready to come inside.

Back to the hair thang, I have been dying my hair and chopping it up in different ways since middle school.  Highlights, black hair, platinum blonde, strawberry blonde, light brown, dark brown, blue streaks, and bleach streaks.  I get bored.  And when my life feels like I have no control over it for longer than a few days this is when I do something extreme.  It's been a while since I've done anything to my hair besides trims and I'm finally seeing a good chunk of my natural color.  Poop brown.  No it's not that bad, probably more like a bright, late spring, muddy after a big rainfall color.   I mentioned to my mom a couple weeks ago that I'm going to go darker for winter.  She was all like NO GROW OUT YOUR NATURAL COLOR UNTIL YOU GRADUATE I'LL GIVE YOU 50 BUCKS IF YOU DO IT.  Because these kind of offers I come across everyday?!  Deal.  I will do most things for some money.  If anyone wants to offer $50+ to do something different to my hair, I'm open for discussion.  I'm currently in the stage where the first third of my hair is muddy bright brown and the rest of my hair is a mix of the past years.  So I'm currently spending my days presenting my mood and style via the hair I'm portraying.  That definitely made it sound like I want people to look at my hair and judge it every time I see it.  But let's get real, I think I actually style my hair 2-3 times a week.  So you can judge me daily if you'd like, but you will assume I'm homeless and poor and don't own shampoo. *gross*.  Anyways, If I'm accenting the left over bleach streak shades you know shit is getting real insane in my personal life.  If my bangs are down properly the whole day it means I got really lucky when I woke up that morning.  No, I didn't get laid, the bangs just laid(layed?) well.

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