A Small Adventure

Hi Mom! So Friday afternoon, while I was quarantined in my room with Pink Eye I opened my recent amazon purchase and got to trying out Henna for my hair for the first time. I'd been wanting to do SOMETHING to the color, since my bleh roots are growing out so the top of my head is like this pale yellowish brown, while the ends are a deeper reddish brown. The main criteria when it came to coloring my hair was something I could do and something cheap. During my search, my friend Keely sent me a snapchat, and like most of them it featured her gorgeous, deep fiery, blazing red hair. This lead to a train of thought that arrived on a memory of her telling me about switching from chemical hair dyes to henna.  And thus the obsession began. I got her brand recommendation (Light Mountain Natural) and all the tips and tricks since she's been doing it for years. And then researched constantly for 2 days while I waited for my amazon package to get here.  The colors which ran

Hi Mom, I justifiably flinched when I went to get my mail yesterday. Also I have pink eye again (in both eyes this time). It's this pretty yellowish red :/ I look like someone in a zombie movie who is beginning the transformation.  Pro: 3 day weekend Con: being conscious is uncomfortable (but I mean 3 day weekend amiright?)

Hi Mom. I may have mentioned last month - to you and Jason mostly - that I sent in an application to volunteer at the Humane Society of Sarasota County. It had been something I'd been thinking about doing since coming to Ringling, mainly because of the lack of animal socialization I receive living in a dorm on a college campus. When I started baby-talking to the local squirrels before winter break, I knew something needed to change. Then, Katy passed away. It's easy to not think about it, especially when I'm so far away and in a place I would never associate Katy with. Katy wasn't a part of my Ringling experience. She was the thing I got to see when I flew home for holidays/breaks. She wasn't here she was there...now she's...not. But now that she's gone I'd do anything to make it so she was. So, during my first week back from Winter Break, in the middle of a very dark, lonely, let's-think-of-every-awful-thing-that's-ever-happened kind of ni

Hi Mom. So this evening, Ringling added a last minute video call with Ryan Howe and Rachel Narita, two people that represent PIXAR's University Relations Department. I sat with a crowded, buzzing with enthusiasm, auditorium to listen to a presentation that I'd dreamed about seeing since I was a sophomore in High School - since that's when the very real possibility of pursuing a career in art took hold. And afterwards, I came out feeling confusingly unattached and quite content. PIXAR was arguably one of the biggest inspirations in my life when it came to pursuing my dream of art. But my dreams and ideals have shifted through the years, which is natural. But my goals have shifted further away from that original dream than I'd realized. Anytime anyone would ask me what I wanted to do, I'd always say, without hesitation, "PIXAR is the dream." And if someone asked me that today, I don't think I would respond the same, or if I did it would be because

Hi Mom. I HAD TO BUY A BELT BECAUSE MY PANTS ARE TOO LOOSE. Without Belt: With belt: Cute cute. I also hesitate to mention that I already use the last hole, but it still had a good comfy hold. You can also kind of tell that right under my glutes (I didn't want to say butt) its super loose. I LOVE SEEING PROGRESS. Speaking of, my measurements are kind of all over the place. I lost half an inch in my waist and hips since last measuring, yet gained half an inch-an inch in my thighs and calves, and arms. But visually knowing that everything is tighter, it most likely means that the muscle I've been building is taking the place of the fat I've been losing. So while I am losing the squishy stuff, I'm building harder muscles that don't fold to the measuring tape as easily as before. Which is awesome because I would much rather be fit and strong and than just slim. I basically want to be Samantha Wright: ....maybe in like 5 years..

Hi Mom. I'm in a great mood because I just got back from seeing "Pride and Prejudice and Zombies" with my friend Clelia and just wow. It is quite possibly my newest favorite movie, concept and all-encompassing thing. First off I should say, this movie is not going to be winning any award. As much as I'd vote for it, I don't think it's quite got the advertising stamina or the initial push that most award winning movies have during their opening weekends. I say this mainly because I was 1 of about maybe 15 people in the theater, that's also counting the few people who were obviously movie hopping and came in halfway through. Assuming almost everyone in the world is at least familiar with the general plot of Jane Austen's "Pride and Prejudice", this adaption, originally written in 2009 by Seth Grahame-Smith, takes it into the present, but not by having it set there. Instead it's taken a very popular, modern day idea of the 'zombie

Hi Mom. This really isn't a life-shattering, or even day changing thing, but I came across something on Facebook this morning that really bugged me, and not for the reason it seemed to bug everyone else. And of course it was one of those mass shared videos with hundreds of thousands of comments, so me voicing my two sentences of why I didn't agree seemed pointless and like shouting into a void. While BLOGGING about it is hardly any different, at least I know my mom will read it :D Our youth... this video is truly terrifying Posted by Salon on Wednesday, February 3, 2016 The video is titled: "Our Youth...this video is truly terrifying." Sigh, okay. I understand why people's initial reaction to go to is, "wow youth today is so stupid, how could you not know the answers to those important history/present day politics questions and know all of those pop culture ones about  celebrities?  This generation is so jaded." It's a common thing to

Hi Mom. No classes today (woo) to make up for MLK JR Day. So with my afternoon (since I spent all morning organizing my passport hard drive and digging up a couple of old computer's worth of files) I decided to draw (shocker). At one point I received an email from madeby Gallery (the little store/gallery on the first floor of my dorm/Student Center) asking students to submit some pieces to possibly sell. They wrote, " Often, customers come in with the interest of the nude human body, done in a soft and sensual way. The artwork that sells the most however, is the pieces with no identity or face. So, that is exactly what madeby gallery is looking for: nudes with “no faces”, with SOFT and SENSUAL theme." Sounds right up my alley, whether or not the drawings I start actually end up anywhere. Beware, these got a little morbid. So rather than just leave the faces blank, I decided to go with a cloth/veil sort of theme because nothing says soft and sensual like some flowy f