NEVER CROSS ME.

i love pinterest.  i loved it before it got popular to facebook about what you're pinteresting.  irritating.  but i can't bring myself to get rid of it.  here is mine, in case you were looking for it.  or in case i was supposed to give you the link 3 months ago, but forgot because i'm so. busy.

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did i ever tell you about the time my big sissy and i raced to grow our hair out.  BORRRINGGG.  we started in the beginning of 2009 when i lived in england.  and it took 2 YEARS. 

but i won.  because i'm the only one (i think out of my whole family) who actually tells the haircutter person what i really want.  everyone else (ahem, mom and sister) just goes, "oh, i just kind of want it maybe cut a little bit.  here and there?"  and, after a massive hack job, or even a perfect cut, "that's great, thanks!"

so every time we got haircuts (the rule was we could only cut it when we were together, which averaged out to about every 6 to 8 months) mine would look about the same as it did before the cut, and hers would be about 3 inches shorter.  wahaha. 

anyways.  mine was 12 inches in no time!  (only a year and a half) but i had to wait another 6 months so that pj's could be 12 inches too. 

and this is what it looked like:

and this is what happened when i rubbed it in that i was winning:

and for once, and probably the only time, pj came to the haircutter place with a picture and she told the haircutter what she wanted. 

and then this happened:

pj didn't say anything, so i had to. 

me:  um...it looks kind of mushroomy.  you might want to do something about that.  maybe it should be shorter?  or something?

haircutter:  NEVER CROSS ME!  I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING!  THE REASON IT LOOKS LIKE THIS IS THAT I HAVE TO FIX ALL THE PROBLEMS FROM THE LAST MORON WHO CUT THESE OTHERWISE LOVELY LOCKS.

me:  um...that was you?

haircutter:  I WAS JUST TESTING YOU.  THIS IS PART OF THE PROCESS.
and here is what we ended up with:

forgive the photography skills on this one.  usually my self portraits are much more artistic.  only, pj was leaving and (as usual) didn't want her portrait taken (do i sound like an artist?) and as much as she probably didn't want to go on a gross, staph-inducing airplane, she probably wanted to get away from me after 10 straight days (or however long i followed her around and said irritating things) (as usual).

and this is what is looked like from the back:
nice

crazy:  (by accident)

THE END.

i think it really is bad luck

i found a funny.  i've been reading all his old stuff.  not that i'm big on interweb speak, but he really is laugh out loud funny.

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friday the thirteenth.  i didn't even know til all the crazy/bad things already happened.

number one bad thing:  two exams this morning after too little studying
number two bad thing:  i can't get ahold of England to pay for a transcript i ordered and they only accept credit cards or "sterling cheques," which no bank in america has!
number three bad thing:  i am babysitting eda and oni while boyfriend is out of town and eda tried to eat the fedex man today. 
number four bad thing:  oni finally snuggled with me!  i had about half a second to be excited before she sunk her claws and her teeth into my leg.  so i pushed her off, and pissed her off, and she tore around the house like a rabid, well, cat.  then after she had disappeared for about a second, she came tearing back through the living room, launched herself in my direction, bit off half my ear, and was gone again before i even knew what happened.
number five bad thing:  when i was supposed to be able to take a breath, i had to do history assignments instead. 
number six bad thing:  ITS FREEZING OUT!

now i know what day it is, no more bad things are happening.  except for rude ladies who come to pay their bill and then yell at me for how much it is after i go out of my way to call the billing office and find out how much it is for them.  didn't you ever learn "don't be sassy and rude to the messenger"?

anyways, if i was clever, i would come up with thirteen to go with what day it is.  but i guess my life isn't that exciting.  or bad.  however you want to look at it.



T minus twenty three days before THE MOVE.

only because i have 3 tests this week...

i have 3 exams this week. 
i am taking over 20 credits, 9 of which i started over spring break, but still have to finish by may.
i just found out i have to pay $250 to have my england transcript evaluated.
we seem to be in the middle of a windstorm, and the canoe keeps blowing into the neighbors yard, and i have to keep chasing it down and bringing it back while dirt is blowing in my eyes. 
my computer crashed yesterday.
now i have no computer. 
but maybe i still have everything that lived on said computer.
i didn't have to wear a winter coat to class today!!!

i heard this song today as i was listening to the radio as i currently have no itunes.  and probably won't until may.  anyways.  go in with this phrase in your head:  heaven is a baseball nerf!

here they are. now am i a cat lady?

i still have to finish my texas adventures.  before the next one starts.  i don't have much time.... 

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the dreaded CAT PHOTOS have arrived!!!!

tell me those are not the eyes of the devil. 

i locked oni in eda's cage so i could clean her toilet and she was not happy.  she bit me when she got out.

caught taking a bath in the bath. 

so. bright.  ouch.

oh. um.... once i was a bunny.  in sams.

oni likes to get in things.  like plastic envelopes.  eda doesn't understand.

she also likes to lick highlighters.  so i drew on her nose. 

every photo of eda is blurry.  she moves fast even when she is laying down.

she doesn't know how to stay still.  but she tries so hard. 

see how blurry fast her tongue is?  she could kill a person with that tongue.

one of those

pj, remember when i was telling you about the deliciousness that is this blog?  well, here it is.  enjoy.  not only is she an (apparently) amazing chef, she is also a photographer.  which means she has the ability to make whatever she is cooking into a masterpiece. 

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i'm becoming one of those people that constantly takes photos of their dog and cat.  i don't even have a dog or a cat.  what is the world coming to?

but it really is funny, when you are around your (or whoever's) animal long enough that their character becomes completely distinct, and therefore extra adorable.
obviously, i'm talking about arley's doggie and kitty.  (there is a slight possibility that he has a cat because i told him that his dog needed a friend and she was lonely....but i could be wrong.  maybe he just loves cats.  the kind that snuggle you by scratching you, the kind that tear around the house in the middle of the night, the kind that didn't know how to meow for months and now that they know how they meow and meow just to remember how.  that has to be it.)

eda (eeee duh)  the dog is licky.
oni (oh knee) the cat is scritchy.
they are best friends.

arley told me i have to take oni with me to texas because he's going backpacking all summer and what will happening to oni?  more like, what will happen to his house?

anyways.  pictures later, i guess.  i have to go to school now, you know.



in other news:  mikah and i are most likely going to be running a half marathon at spring break (64 days.  oh no.  what am i going to do???)  she currently runs 8 miles.  at least.  i currently run 2.  what's wrong with this picture?



ps.  i learned today in my adolescent development class that i may be a hipster, as i have a blog, which is about myself.  not that i'm an adolescent.  i'm an emerging adult.  duh.