Thursday, June 24, 2010

So I got my hair cut today. :) It was really looking shaggy and long; I was definitely rockin' the mullet... Bahaha. It feels so normal for me to have short hair now. I can't believe that it's only been a few short 4 months since I had long hair. For those of you reading who don't know, I used to have long hair, almost to my waist. I don't have any pictures from right before I cut my hair, but this one below is from about a year before I cut it:

So it was a bit longer than that. Anyway, I ended up cutting off 18 inches in two braids! I can't believe it, but I did. I wasn't even really scared to do it at all (my sister sure was flipping out, though). As you can see in the picture above, I have pretty curly hair. Because of this, everyone told me that it would be a bad idea to cut my hair short. Even my hairdresser was hesitant at first. So the first time I cut my hair, it looked like this:

Now, I didn't always wear it in the faux hawk style, but this was just the picture I happened to find. Anywho, it was getting really ragged looking, but I have just been too busy and lazy to make an appointment to get it cut, up until a few days ago that is. On monday, I called Angie (the girl who does my hair) and I left her a message saying, "I desperately need a haircut. And soon! It's looking pretty ragged!" After my class today I went over to her salon and got it cut. :) It is now refreshingly short and a little bit different than the first time I cut it. It now looks like this:

So that is what I look like as of five minutes ago. Thank you for reading about me blabbing on an on about the journey my hair has taken in the last six months.

WOW & DQ:
1. Make changes that make YOU feel good, not ones that make others feel good.
2. "A fashion is nothing but an induced epidemic" -George Bernard Shaw

Definitely, maybe,
Erika

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Friend Montage

I feel an overwhelming gratitude for those who have helped make me who I am today. Whether they be people from my past or people still in my life, they are the most important people to me. I'm sorry if you aren't photographed on this montage; I don't have photos with all of you. But if you have come into my life at one point or another, know that you are in my heart.

So here it is:
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WOW & DQ:
1. If you write in your planner, READ your planner.
2. Look at the world through the perspective of eternity" -Spinoza

Definitely, maybe,
Erika

Monday, June 21, 2010

Just a quick intersection...

I ran two miles with Paul yesterday. Then today, I worked out on the stairmaster for 4.5 miles. You know how when you exercise a lot, and you feel like you really accomplished something, you want to tell everyone you meet what you did? I don't know... maybe that's just me. Haha. Like today on my way to biology class, I wanted to stop every person I passed and exclaim, "I ran two miles yesterday! TWO! And I feel grrrrrreat!" The sad part? Two miles isn't even a lot? And I almost DIED. I most likely looked like a suffocating chicken with her head chopped off. It was THAT bad. But I'm trying to get better; that's the goal, anyway. :)

I have to work today, so this post should be pretty short. Not to mention all the homework I have to do before tomorrow. I have a biology and chemistry test tomorrow, a biology project AND a paper due. All TOMORROW. Can you say all-nighter? :/

Wish me luck?

WOW(words of wisdom) & DQ(daily quote):
1. When you can't breath anymore, STOP RUNNING.
2. "The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark." -Michelangelo

Definitely, maybe,
Erika

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Erika vs. World

Some days I look at the world and I wonder how exactly I fit into the scheme of things. IF I were to all of a sudden not be existent, would something shift? I don't mean that to sound upset, melodramatic, or morbid in any way -- I just ponder it sometimes.

I've been wanting to do something for me lately. So often I get caught up in doing things for other people, or doing things for my future, but I just want to do something for me. Something that will make me feel good right now. I talked to my brother, Paul about it, and he is going to help me get into shape. I've been telling myself that I'll do this for a long time, but I never do it. It's about time I stick to it. Hey, it'll also help me when I join the Air Force, too. WIN-WIN! Maybe then I'll feel good, not just good about myself, but good and healthy too. Me and Paul made plans to go running tomorrow night after I get off work. Wish me good luck?

Another happy note? I got to hang out with a really good friend of mine that I haven't seen in a while: Melissa. She's back from school for the summer and we had a "date" night. We went out to dinner at Chili's and ate WAY Too much, went to Harmon's to stack up on cheap(er) candy, and then went to see Date Night at the dollar theatre. That movie, by the way, is hilarious; I almost peed. At the movie I saw Jake (my cousin) and said a hearty hello. All in all? A good night.

On a more serious note: sometimes, I get so frustrated with people. I don't understand why they function the way they do. I can't comprehend the decisions some people make. My study of Literature is an attempt to understand humanity, but I think I'm failing at it. :/ Why don't people come with an instruction manual? Why do people say one thing, and then do another? Why don't people tell you exactly what they think and how they feel? Why do people play games and deceive others? Why do people take advantage of kind deeds and good people? Why do the good people always end up with the wrong people who inevitably hurt them?

Sometimes, I want to be all alone in the world. Like Wake up one day to find that for just one day, I get to roam the earth all alone. Everywhere I go will be deserted and free of the chaotic energy of the masses. How eerie would that be? I think it would be peaceful, at least for just one day; any longer and I'd get creeped out. What would I do for a whole day? Where would I go? What would I see?

Some words of wisdom and a quote for the day?
1. Don't be afraid to be who you want to be. Only you hold that kind of power over yourself.
2. "The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions." -Alfred Lord Tennyson

Definitely, maybe,
Erika

Goodnight and goodluck

Sooooo... here it is. I finally gave into the mass hysteria surrounding the concept of posting one's most personal information and feelings onto the world wide web for all to see. I must say, there is a certain thrill and release associated with the anonymity. It feels like writing in a journal, only... not. I don't know that I'll have much to say, or that I'll say something often, or even that what I'll have to say will be remotely interesting or follow-worthy, but I promise myself that this will help me sort out the ramblings of my mind.

To start out: a little about me.

I am who I am. I don't change for anyone. I am strong-willed to a fault, over-opinionated, selfish, condescending, and arrogant; but my mom says she loves me. I try to be witty and humorous, I bite off more than I can chew, and I don't really know how to say no to people (don't worry, I'm working on that).

I haven't figured out what I believe, what I want, or who I can turn to, but I do know where I'll be in five years. I tend to do things backwards, but I DO finish. I always follow through, but the result often surprises even me. When I say I am confidant, I'm lying; when I tell you that I'm happy it's a facade.

Try to understand me; I dare you.

I don't know what else to do or say. All I can leave you with is a piece of wisdom and a quote (by the way, I love quotes):
1. Life will never be what you want; learn to adapt.
2. "Sometimes I wonder if anything's absolute anymore. Is There Still right and wrong? Good and bad? Truth and lies? Or is everything negotiable, left to interpretation, grey. Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, transform it, cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes things simply catch up to us. "


So for now? Goodbye. And to steal the catch phrase of a dear friend, "Goodnight and goodluck."

Definitely, maybe,
Erika.