Starting a New Blog...one too many times

This is probably my 17th try at creating (and maintaining) a blog. Ok, maybe not 17th precisely. I just like that number. But somewhere close.

Is there really a point? Are people going to read my incessant, ridiculous ramblings? Are people going to think I'm stupid? Vulgar? A whimsical female college student that has nothing better to do than sit on her starving artist ass and write down every emotion and thought she's experiencing? Hmmmm?!

The point is: It doesn't matter. Maybe someone will read this, maybe they won't. People will probably think I'm an idiot and judge me. I don't blame them, I judge everyone. What really matters is that I'm going to stick to it this time, by George, and it's going to be a fucking good outlet. Please excuse me French, but seeing as I don't offend myself, I'm going to stick with the nasty language. Suits me.

Anyway, that's all for now.

Ode to Hair

Sigh. This happens to just about every girl. At some moment in her life, she is faced with a nagging regret that won't leave her alone. She wants something to happen with a snap of the fingers, but alas, it cannot. Everyone around her has it, but she cannot get it. What am I talking about?

Hair.

Yes. Hair is very important to girls, it's true. And right now, I am experiencing all the forementioned feelings.

I MISS MY LONG HAIR! WAAAAA!

Solutions? Wait it out, which I am doing. But people, hair takes forever to grow. Especially in the lovely season of winter, which is rapidly approaching. Another solution, which all my "scene" friends are trying to convince me of doing is extentions. No, no thank you. I want to feel real. I don't want to be Jessica Simpson. But thank you anyway.

Well, it felt good to get it off my chest. Phew :)

Have a great day!

P.S. I hope that you are intuitive enough to realize that I'm not completely obsessive about hair as it sounds. I just have to add the dramatics sometimes.