Oh Yay, I'm a Girl.

So, yesterday, I found myself looking into a mirror (a rare occurrence)and realized I had a mop top! If anything, I looked a bit like Ringo in his awkward bowl cut phase.



Yeah. Not very pleasant, plus if I ever wear a Beatles shirt again with that hair style I'm sure someone will point out that I'm 50 years behind.

So, the second I got in the dorm, I decided something had to happen. Voila!



People have always assumed since I'm a girl, I MUST be capable at cutting hair. Lets see, the haircuts I've given...
1. My friend Mark's hair was down to his shoulders before he wanted it cut, and I was the lucky one who got to chop off his beautiful red hair. It felt like sacrilege, letting that beautiful hair fall to the ground... But his hair looked really good when we were finished.
2. Conrad once had the guts to let me cut his hair. It looked terrible.
3. My brothers hair, which I always did a decent job on, until the forth of July when i was going in close to the ears... and took out a whole chunk of hair. Hahahaa, poor Eric..
I'm sure there's been others, but it turns out that cutting your own hair isn't nearly as fun as cutting someone else's.

When your a girl, people also assume that you must know how to cook, clean, ect. Which I do, and I do well, except the cooking part... But they also assume that you know how to use makeup.

Let me be clear-- I don't wear makeup.

Okay, now that's out in the open, let me define my terror as Stephanie pulls out a makeup bag and Stella pins me to the ground. Just kidding, it wasn't that extreme, but Stephanie attacked my face with makeup. And so She had applied foundation and all that other face stuff which i don't really see the point in cause its just like putting on another coat of skin..? and then they proceeded to the eyes.

I haven't let anyone put eyeliner on me since i was in sixth grade and my friend Kyla tried to put it on me. She poked me in the eye, and I was convinced up until last year that that was the reason why my right eye randomly decides to water up and ONLY that eye. (Turns out it may be genetic, cause Eric has that too.) And the only other time is homecoming my Sophomore year, when I had so much makeup on my face, I was lookin' like a raccoon! (not really).

Anyway, she made me overcome my fear of being blinded by makeup.

Then, they told me I had to curl my eyelashes, THEN put on mascara. Squeezing your eyelashes through a metal guillotine that is supposed to bend them in a way that is going to make them 'longer and more attractive' does not appeal to me.

I refuse to ever take those lengths 'to be a girl' again, because, as my roommate puts it, I am not exactly the most masculine one of all of us, but none the less, testosterone should be embraced at Mary Washington's poorly gender ratio-ed school.

What's the longest word in the dictionary?

This morning, a friend of mine told me that she enjoyed reading my blog, but she hadn't read past the first paragraph of my first post. So, to punish those of you who follow that system of 'friendship', I'm going to make you suffer through the entire blog post and leave you in suspense to find the answer to the riddle in the title. And to ensure you're not like, 'well, that's lame, I'll just scroll to the bottom of the page', well, BLAMO, I'm hiding the answer somewhere in the middle of my blog post! MYAHAHAHA.

So, i haven't posted in two days. Because nothing interesting has happened to me. Not like this is anything new...
A summary of the past few days:
1. Went to work. Did a display window, which Chloe helped me with. I really like her, and she's good with displays.
2. Went back to school.
3. Suffered through a Monday that had a terribly exhausting mandatory dance party in my room.
4. Had an eggnog milkshake!! IT WAS BRILLIANT!!!
5. Then i went running. Not so brilliant. *Note to self: probably shouldn't eat milkshakes then, ten minutes later, decide it's a good idea to work on sprints. Just FYI.
6. Last night was pretty fun. Erin and I went to Hyperion, the local coffee shop in downtown Fredericksburg, and met up with two of my soon-to-be best friends, Phillip and Kevin. Somehow, I was the only one who drank coffee. At a coffee shop. Who decides to go to a coffee shop if they hate the taste of coffee?

Oh yeah, and I did homework. And went to class. That one place, you know, which gets lowest priority... just kidding, i love class. In fact, as we 'speak' I am making INTENSE study guides for my finals, which are two weeks from now! Yay!
*the answer: Smiles! Because there's a mile between the S's!*
( i got this from a children's joke book. I read every single joke, and this is the only one that got anything close to a smile.)
Okay, so actual funny story for the day.
This morning, Stella, who slept on our floor like a hobo because the new floor pillows were too comfy to leave, informed me that I had spoken in my dreams. This isn't anything new. Last week, I yelled (yelled!) "If you're not going to do any work, Get the F**k out!" in my sleep. Also, I snore like a Grandpa. So loudly, in fact, that it kept Stella and Erin awake for a good hour. I used to deny the fact that I snore, but now I have fame among my friends on my floor for having perfectly placed snores while the rest of them are watching Romeo And Juliet. ( Like, right when Juliet stabs herself and it's the most dramatic part, they hear a loud snore from behind them. Kinda breaks the intensity of Shakespeare.)
So, I'm pretty much the most attractive sleeper I know.

Anyway, Thanksgiving Break starts for me after 4:45 today, so I probably wont write again until Monday! So you don't have to read my ramblings! Give Thanks!

Thats why I love my brother.

Today, i was summoned to go to V-town and work for my brother, Eric, while he drove to North Carolina. I, being the faithfully loving little sister, immediately dropped everything in Fredericksburg, told everyone i was off to Hogwarts, and come home. Well, tomorrow I shall be working, hopefully putting some Christmas display window ideas into action, and then heading back with the story that Snape was too mean, and the sorting hat told me I didn't really belong anywhere, not even Hufflepuff. (A Note: Hufflepuff is my FAVORITE house, even though everyone makes fun of it. If i had been J.K.Rowling, I would have made the protagonist a Hufflepuff. Or at least mentioned them in the books more often.)
But today was a fabulous day of having no plans, just me and my favorite person ever, (brother Eric), downtown on the mall, checking out the Smithsonian museums. It's so wonderful that they're so close to home, i feel like I don't take advantage of the fact enough. Anyway, we went to see the Norman Rockwell paintings, which were WONDERFUL. We also saw Arcimboldo's paintings, where he created portraits out of people using fruit and vegetables and other such things. Those were inspiring. I'll probably be attempting a portrait made entirely out of cats or something soon.
Then Eric and I went to the Natural History Museum because that museum is too good to ever pass by, and Eric wanted to see the Underwater exhibit. We also saw dinosaurs. I had to keep telling myself i wasn't five anymore and it's not appropriate for me to walk around thinking I'm a t-rex while I'm in that room.
We also went to the relatively new Mammal installment, which is pretty cute. They had all these baby animals, so fluffy and adorable that I now want a pet baby black bear. Eric and I saw the Zebras, and under them, a "discovery point" for children. It showed a picture of zebras and asked the question, "How many zebras can you find?"
To which Eric responded with another question,
"Why does it matter?"
He continued, "A lion is just going to eat one, he doesn't care how many there are. Lion is just going to pick off the weakest, so them all looking the same has no function. Unless, of course, one of the Zebra's was a murderer, trying to blend in for trial or something."
Yeah zebras, we're on to you.

".. can you be dead?"

So yesterday was totally one of the best days of my life. Actually, that's incorrect, technically, TODAY is one of the best days of my life, but right now i have an EPIC HEADACHE cause i only got about 3 hours of sleep last night and then took a 1 hour nap. But it's all worth it cause last night i got to see HARRY POTTER and it was as awesome as i ever could imagine. Seriously, i was actually impressed by a Harry Potter movie.
I dressed up for the show, cause last year everyone dressed up and Andrew was Dobby and I was Winky, and it was so much fun!! But this time i was lacking on costume supplies and money, so i got another pillowcase and just went as Dobby. And, strangely, in Fredericksburg no one dresses up. But everyone loved my costume and lots of people asked if they could take a picture with me. Including this conversation... a dialogue that wouldn't be appropriate anywhere else.
"Hey, do you mind if i get a picture with you?"
"No, of course not, sir. Dobby does whatever master pleases, sir."
"Sweet. Can you be dead?"
"... certainly, sir."
*lays on ground and sticks out tongue attractively*
Yes, it was grand. And i was very in character, in case the dialogue didn't give that away. i got a lot of stares as we were leaving campus. But, no sir, Dobby didn't mind, anything for Mr. Potter, sir!
Anyway, the movie was great. I cried. I laughed. I grabbed onto Stella's arm in fear of being eaten by Nagini.
Oh, and just to clarify, i wasn't the only one in costume. I made my roommate, Erin, dress up. She's on crutches, so we put feathers on her and made her Hedwig. It was cute. Except she died in the first 20 minutes of the movie. I didn't die till the end. And i got a proper funeral. Hah.

Today, i realized how happy i am that i finally have friends that i can talk to and really, truly, enjoy being around, something i never had in high school except when i was around a few select individuals.
At lunch today, Stella was eating Barbecue Wings, and they were hurting her chapped lips, so she goes, "It burns us!", completely unaware that Lord Of the Rings has so taken over our lives and affected our dialogue. Brilliant.




------------------------------*update*---------------------------
So, my dearest friend Conrad sent me a text asking me how I knew a kid named David. I was like, i dont know..? cause I kind of thought he was telling a knock-knock joke (cause THATS normal) or maybe he sent a text to the wrong person or something.. But then I got this message...
"You are in his profile picture as dobby laying on the ground, hehee... Small World"



So there you go. Note Stella's face. laughing at me. As usual.

Today i ate a bagel.

Today i decided that i would take procrastination to a whole new level and start a BLOG!!! Actually, i guess this would count as *re-starting* a blog, seeing as ive tried to do this before, but my life is just very uninteresting, so all my posts are like, "today, i ate a bagel."

So, this blog is probably going to be the most boring thing you will ever read, but you know what? It will be chock-full of things that I find interesting or that i did and actually remember. And for your sake, i suppose i could put in some funny stories.

Like yesterday, i was walking downtown, just minding my own business, when i hear this man go "ARGGG!!!" really loudly. I paused, uncertain of whether or not i should keep walking, but i figured that if it was a murder, they would need someone for the trial.
So, i keep going down the sidewalk, and then i pass this house on my left. This guy is standing on the porch, and he's all like, "hey,whats up", and i know hes the man that yelled.... at his baby through the window, who was laughing and all jolly-faced like a little cherub. It was cute. I guess babies like terrifying yells..? who knew?

Yeah, not funny. But it was my awkward encounter for the day. One of them, at least. And it must have been SO MUCH more awkward for that guy, who was probably like, man, she probably thinks I'm some kind of criminal, creepen' up to peoples windows and yellin' at their babies. Kinda like the snuggler.
If you don't know who the snuggler is, he's a "criminal" who breaks into peoples houses and sleeps next to you. Completely harmless. Completely creepy. Completely ADORABLE. Can you imagine being on jury duty for that case?

Anyway, i leave with the promise of more boring news to come in a timely fashion!