Phenomenal...

This made today the greatest day of my life...

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Bad Choices...

Sometimes in life we make poor decisions. That is what Erin and I found out the hard way. Enough time has passed that I can talk about this with too much embarrassment. For years Erin and I have joked/talked about dying a streak of our hair bright pink or blue or purple. We usually were mostly kidding. But then one fateful day we really decided to try it.

So, after purchasing our goods we set up shop in my bathroom and did a little unlicensed cosmetology. First, we bleached our little piece of hair. Erin's came out orange, mine was lighter. So we bleached it again. Erin's was less orange and mine was pretty blonde. Note, we tried to choose discrete sections of our hair, as we knew this really wasn't a good idea.


We'd decided on blue for our new addition. After the first application we were both left with very light blue tinged hair. No good. And the stuff made my throat scratchy, probably not good to keep using. But, we persisted and went for round two. This time we left it on super long, and decided it would be a good idea to wrap it in cling film. After rinsing it our we were left with dishwater blue looking rat tails. Not a good look, FYI. Mine was slightly more blue than Erin's (whose when mixed with the orange/blonde had a hauntingly green tone...).
Needless to say we were not pleased. I decided I'd just have to wear my hair down until it washed out, as you could only really see it in a ponytail. Luckily, I went on a bike ride later that night and swat (sweated) most the blue out on my shirt. Nice. Now, months later I still have a random blonde streak, but it really isn't noticable. And I pulled off the blue with only one person seeing it. No more hair experiments for me.

Take Two

Sometimes you're so lucky you get mono twice. Happy anniversary, here's mono round two!

Love...hate

I recently returned from a grand adventure in Europe with my roommate Amber. We had a fantastic time and ate a lot of pizza. Most importantly I think it lead to an important turning point in my life. Before embarking on the trip Amber and I, against my better judgment, purchased a pair of Chacos. I hate Chacos. I made a pact early in college, after being introduced to them in Happy Valley, that I would never, never own a pair. And if I ever were to break down Erin was assigned to kill me. Clearly Erin has failed in her duties as a friend. Nevertheless, the decision to make the purchase turned out to be a good idea.

After laying aside my preconceived notions and bias, I carefully selected what I deemed to be the least atrocious pair, for a reasonable price. I determined I would not spend more on gross sandals than I would on shoes I actually like and was quite successful.

Now, though I still find the shoe ugly, and not something to be combined with socks or worn to a formal affair-yes people think this ok- I have been converted. The shoe was wonderful for the following reasons:
They were light, as we were backpacking this was a necessity. They were cool in the warm weather. They were easily cleaned and could be worn in water. As one reviewer stated, "They can be worn with a skirt and look classy." I believed this and they therefore became my church shoe. It was a lie, I knew. But it worked. They are great for hiking. And the greatest feature, one I had not even planned on, was that they offered safety and protection. As I looked at Amber and myself sporting our Chacos each day I thought, "Who on earth would want to kidnapp us? We look like dopey hobos." So to the fashionista, be advised, they are not a good look if you're trying to attract the fellas. So thank you versitile shoe for saving my life and keeping us from being "Taken."

Sidenote. Now that I am home I do not plan to wear them again, unless I am actively forging a river. Or repelling a man.

I do not like them here or there...

For some reason I have been craving an egg for the last few days, which is odd for me, as I don't like eggs. This morning I decided to feed my craving and made a soft boiled egg-the timing of which is quite precarious I discovered. As I took a bite of my egg I realized why I don't like eggs, they taste like egg. And that is gross. Needless to say, I was dissatisfied and am confident I will not be craving any eggs for the next few years. Back to you trusty poptart.

Maybe baby

If I had a baby I'd have more to blog about. I think it was mommies that invented blogging.I'll get to work on that.

Snow day

Today I would like to endorse Snickers. For some reason every time I go skiing or spend time out doors in the snow I crave a Snickers with all my heart. There is something so satisfying about those treats when I am cold and starving. I tried bringing one with me on one such outing, alas it froze and was very difficult to eat. I guess I'll resort to buying one on the slopes, though it may cost an extra $3. It is well worth it. Snack on.