I need to start over in a lot of areas, but this blog being one. I just want to restart so I’ll actually enjoy writing in here again. Sure. Idk. Give a me a few. Thanks.

I Cut My Hair… Again

I cut my hair again (it’s been 3 years since the last cut). I said I was growing my hair out and then I decided against it. Short hair allows for my hair to grow back fuller and requires less maintenance. Oh and the back part is completely natural. Like, baby fro natural (or new growth, however you want to label it). Plus, I love a good short style. So… I’ve been liberated. Most {black} women will complain when they learn that you cut your hair but I’m like, Listen. It’ll grow back eventually. No biggie, it’s just hair.

P.S. Tia Mowry just went pixie and I love it. Short hair, do care.

When One Door Closes

Why is that whenever something happens in life, like a breakup or a loss of a job, people always want to tell you that when one door closes, another one opens? Why doesn’t anyone discuss that period when you’re just standing in this figurative room waiting for the other door to open? When people say this, they make it seem almost instantaneous, like as soon as that opportunity ends, a better one immediately becomes available. But that’s not true. Sometimes you try to reopen that last door. Maybe the door was just shut but not locked. Or what about if you didn’t have a chance to grab something before that door even shut? Why is it even assumed that someone else shut the door for you? You’re instantly thrown into a place, a room if you will, where your patience is tested and you rely on your resources to make sure another door even opens. There maybe a window in this room that shows you what could be if you just do what you need to do.

I guess.

Don’t pay me attention, it’s after my bedtime.

Please Excuse My Wig

If you’ve stumbled through here within the past day or two, you may have notice that I’m currently retweaking the look of the blog. Frankly, I’m trying to find something I like and am comfortable with. This may take some time. In the meantime, ignore my disheveled wig as I readjust it back on my head.

Late Night Rambles

I’m going to get better at posting in here. I promise.

RIP Aaliyah. It’s been 11 years and I remember that night like it was yesterday. I won’t say gone too soon since we all have a time to come and go, but you definitely did bless the entertainment industry with your presence.

Sometimes, God answers your prayers in ways that you necessarily weren’t expecting, but if the end result is the same, then why not, right? I know someone who prayed to be taken out of her living situation and the next day, her apartment caught on fire. I believe in the power of prayer, but it can catch you off guard at times.

Tomorrow, I plan on enjoying a lowkey day of Lost reruns on the new MacBook and painting after I pick up Victoria’s old desk (manyyyyyy thank yous again). I went to Rite Aid and Hobby Lobby and got some more picture frames and paint. I might attend a going away party too, but we’ll see. I’m really looking forward to my “summer vacation” before grad school starts in two weeks.

This Benedryl is kicking in so goodnight.