Monday, June 28, 2010

New Beginnings

I'm thinking I need to start trying new things. I want to grow as a person. I have an idea of things I want to do but I've decided to make this process spontaneous... that way I have no way in disappointing myself if I don't get a new thing accomplished. Only room for improvement!

So, to start small, I tried I new hairstyle recently. I got the idea out of a Taylor Swift book. It wasn't too clear, though, so I had to make up the idea of how exactly to execute the hairstyle. It didn't turn out like the picture, exactly, but I was darn proud of myself. I think it turned out pretty (and I've had the approval of 2 cosmetologists). Heh, heh.

if you can read this, you're cool! -AlyssaAlthough I was disappointed I was excuting this on my own head, I felt I still got a pretty good grasp on the general look of the style and how to do it to myself, rather than on someone else (which I imagine would have gone better). Also, in my defense, our hair color is very different (obviously), thus, highlighting different parts of the style, thus making it look different, thus... awh I got nothing else to say. "Thus" is a fun word! Did I use it properly?

I slept in curlers the night before- something I haven't done in a very long time.

The next morning, after taking the curlers out, I had my usual thought of, why did I do this? I look like Sherlie Temple. So I thought it would be the perfect time to try this much admired hairstyle of Mrs. Swift's.

if you can read this, you're extra cool! -Alyssa

The curls were spiraled away from my face. I took one by my ear and kept it in the tight spiral. I tacked it in place underneath by my neck to keep it in place. I mirrored this on the other side. I then did the same with a few more curls so about three or four were around my head and the two sides met with the vertical spirals. The rest of my hair was secured by a hair tie in a loose, messy, curly bun. Voila! My hair style. Pretty easy and stylish (if I do say so myself).

Thursday, June 24, 2010

My First Blog Without a Title... Wait a Second...

A week ago I finally met this guy I had the pleasure of being aquainted with online. Of course, Mom and Dad made sure all of this was totally safe. He's from Georgia and decided to come out to Vegas. So, we met up at the airport the night he got in. Tuesday, June 15, 2010 at 11:40 PM. I only remember this because it was a week ago... okay, okay. And because I was extremely excited.

Well, our whole story is a complex one. How we met online, what we did when he came out to Vegas, etc. All in all, it was a good time. I'm happy to share the story with anyone who wants to know. However, I feel it's too personal to type out all the details on a blog.

He left on the 19th. Yes... I cried. It's been a rough time for me since he's been gone. Our friendship was definitely strengthend meeting in person. I miss him so much that I think about it every day. It feels sort of silly because we still talk everyday and I know we'll see each other soon.

Mom and I were talking. (Who can't get their feelings sorted out when talking to their mothers?) I've had such a hard time with him being gone. I sort of feel like my heart is on hold. Ever had that feeling? I don't know. I'm quite fond of this guy and I'm told the feeling is mutual. It's hard to see how this is going to work out, but I know it will.

This is the most poorly written, most confusing blog I've ever written. But you know what? I feel better! And, hey! That's all that matters, ya? Only one person really reads this blog anyways... and she's related to me. So it's not like she doesn't already know all of this. Heh, heh.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Bitter Sweet

True or false.
Not having a voice is fun!

If you answered "true" you need to get a referral to the psychiatric ward because there is something seriously wrong in your cranium.

If you answered "false" then I say, "Right on, (insert proper gender here)!"

It is not fun... at all... being this sick.

I've been pushing through it all week because I have been working from 6 at night to 7 in the morning for almost a week now. Granted, I do get to sleep, but it's not in my own bed. How selfish am I? At least I get to sleep in a bed. But seriously? It's not fun. Not one bit.

On a better note, I got an extremely adorable dress yesterday. It's has a high waisted, grey, pleated skirt with a white top. I also got a $5 cardigan. It looks perfect with the dress. Unfortunately the weather is too hot, now, to wear it.

Seems like everything I'm typing is bitter sweet... Maybe I need to get off of here before I make you fall into this funk, as well.

"Goodbye culinary people!"
*Name that movie!!