It feels like it's been more than a few days since I've last blogged.
It also feels like I should have a billion things to tell you about, but I honestly can't think of much. I'll come up with stuff as I go along, I suppose.
But, I felt like typing. I wanted to blog tonight, I've been telling myself all day that I'm going to blog tonight.
It's been, like, a billion years since my friend Caitlin has come over to my house. Actually it's been about a year or less.
Caitlin doesn't change much to me, she changes her mind about certain things after a while, but essentially she's been the same girl the whole relatively short period of time I've known her. The only difference between her when I met her and her as of now, is her hair style.
Her hair changes more than anything else. And it doesn't really change that often. She's had it long, dyed blonde, dyed with purple, medium length, and more recently short. A real boyish short. Not pixie, or anything particularly stylish, just boy. It's like when they got her hair cut, they said to the hair-dresser: "pretend she's a boy."
She wasn't the first, not in the least bit. A lot of my friends have gotten short hair cuts. I had my hair chopped off before school, as did a few other girls. As the school year has slowly been reaching the halfway mark, the other half of my friends have been lopping away their locks, all going for a short, boyish, off my neck, pixie cut.
I asked Caitlin why she cut her hair, and why so short.
She said it was because she wanted to try something new.
This blew my mind. I day-dreamed away a whole period after lunch being amazed at her reason. I was expecting an answer like, she saw it on television, or the other girls seemed to like their cuts, or you know, something pretty mainstream.
She just wanted to try something new.
I honestly don't know why this seems like such a young concept to me, it isn't like I've never done something just to try something new, or have never known a person to want to try something new.
I just love the idea that she would answer that way instead of how I would expect her to answer. In fact, I feel guilty for expecting her to answer like any other girl might.
On the note of hair, mine has significantly gotten longer. It's wavy instead of curly, it has volume, and it can almost all be pulled back without any strands (never mind my bangs) hanging out.
Yesterday, I didn't straighten my bangs. I went to sleep with my hair wet, and my hair in the morning (after some pushing it around after while) was good to go, without hair products or straightening my bangs.
It's like I've wasted many many hours mindlessly straightening my bangs. And for what reason? Routine? I'm going to turn off my hair straightener (bless my grandmother's soul for getting me a new one) and go a long while without straightening them. And I'm also not going to cut them, either, but I've told you this.
In chemistry, we're learning about covalent bonding. I remember learning about it in ninth grade, but never in such a magical way. It really is something magical, to me.
That had nothing to do with anything.
Except for these ice crystals on the bus window. Try to ignore the natural orientation of this photo is vertical.
Magical-ness.
You should have seen them in real life. Pay closer attention next time.
I don't think I've informed you it finally began to actually snow. It's been kind of sad waiting on the snow for so long. The happy thing is, it's really not that cold outside right now. Not even at night. It's bitter, but not unbearable.
I got some pictures of it yesterday. They're pretty awesome.
Yesterday was fun. The school day was average, but after school, at Tanner's house, was mostly memorable. One of those days I can imagine remembering when I'm somewhat older.
Tanner's family has one dog. Her name is Roxy, and she's like, the best mother fucking dog out there. And they act like they don't even know it. They act like she's just another dog.
Now, I do have a love for large dogs. Gargantuan dogs. If the dog can't knock me over when it leaps toward me or brushes my legs, it's only an OK dog.
That is the reason she is the best em effing dog. Tanner informs me she's a pure German Shepard. She certainly can knock me over. It's quite exciting.
She's gorgeous and playful and sweet and hardly aggressive at all. If she didn't smell so bad, and if the porch floor weren't muddy and cold, I would cuddle up with her. All the time.
Oh, they don't let her in the house much at all. This gives Sarah the most saddest faces of all. Imagine all of the time I would have spent petting the dog if they would only let her in. Imagine how much better she would smell. Haha.
She doesn't quite understand belly rubs, I don't think. Maybe I'm delusion, but she's never rolled over so I can rub her belly. I rub her back, then her side, and expect her to roll some so I can rub her belly, but she does nothing of the sort.
She paws my face all the time, too. I don't mind gross things much, dog-slobber being something I mind the least, but dog paw mud residue is kind of gross. Roxy often picks her paw up and slaps me in the chin for attention, and gets dog paw mud residue on my face and makes a button in my lips swell.
I try not to mind. I clean up the damage with my sleeve and, like a bad ass, swallow the more-than-possible mud in my mouth.
SHE'S TOO GREAT A DOG TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT WHAT HER PAWS MAY CARRY.
Roxy isn't mean to me at all. She smells me once then treats me like she's known me all of her life. She's even kind of timid to me, depending on where I pet her. She likes her nose pet, and her side, but she draws back or even whimpers if I hug her about her neck. Curiouser and curiouser.
I could talk forever and ever about Roxy. Roxy-lou, I love you. (It was Roxy-poo, but Tanner's sister objected.)
When you sound the letter X, be sure to soften it.
One of my unwritten rules. Say the letter X like you do. Now say it with a softer S sound at the end. Isn't the contrast between the K sound and the S sound so much more effective?
Anyways. Picture time.
I was going to go outside to get pictures of the snow, but I kind of put it off and waited until night time. Dark time. After sunset time.
There aren't many sources of light after sunset, except for porch light and street light. Tanner's street has the most humble of street lamps, light posts, lamp posts, metal stands on which a light is fixed to provide light for the night time commuters. So I aimed for those. And the came out pretty cool.
I think I've blabbered on enough. I've got one edited picture left, blog-ready, but I'll save it for next time.
I love you.
Comments
Great blog! I spend too much time straightening my hair, so I'm trying not to do it on the weekends or days I'm not going out:L
i love those photos^.^
@RubyDouglas12: I know what you mean, but I'll prolly straughten my bangs for events, but not for school. And thanks :)
@Paramonster1: Thank you :) Also I love your username.
You're so beautiful! Luv youre blog!(:
xx
@MelliTheSuperhero: Thank you :) You're beautiful too ^^