Deadbeat Blogger

Oh my god I forgot I had a blog

If it were a baby it would be dead

So... enjoy that mental image.

Well, life is sort of bad but also okay for me rn???

I had my gallbladder taken out, so that's good.  I'm one semester away from graduating community college, also good.  I'm at legal drinking age now, great.

Bad stuff:  Still can't drive, still can't people, still don't know what to do with my life.  I'd like to become a teacher, but then again I might probably not do that.

I'm pretty pathetic, if you ask me and anybody else.  I like living, I do--but maybe you (the universe) wasted life force on a schmuck that could've gone to a future president of the world or a potato or something.

I'd like more friends, but I'm afraid that if I contact them I'll have to tell them I can't drive and then I'll look like the bum that I am and who wants to be friends with a over-the-age-of-20-nondriving-bum and they'll stop talking to me.

I'm kind of really really excited about the natural hair movement and have decided that maybe my thick jungle of curls might be kind of nice to wear for a while.  It's kind of great to not have to worry about liquids coming near my head anymore--or about whether or not people can smell that burnt hair underneath my perfume.  However, I'm finding it difficult to tame my wild mess.  If I let it dry naturally, I end up with a mass on top of my head; I look like Sideshow Bob from the Simpsons.  If I brush it out, I look like Rosanne Rosannadanna.

There was a container of Taya hair gel in my mom's bathroom, so I used it and the results were promising.  My hair dried much tamer than usual, but it's still unfixable into any kind of style except up and twisted into a clip.  That can only work for like two days before it looks like I'm either lazy or a cartoon character.

So my experiments will have to go further into the realm of creams and sprays and gels and powders? before I can rock the "mixed girl" look.  Even though I'm not really mixed.  I'm... a salad.

Mmm, a salad sounds good rn.

Hello my name is Milk and I am a food addict. (Hello, Milk.)

My dad ended up getting a swanky job as a rig welder for ENSCO.  But nothing good ever lasts for my family, so the oil market slowed down (enjoy your cheap gas; families dependent upon the oil industry are in a pickle rn) and he got laid off.  He's the best there is at what he does, so he has found work in Alabama--and lo and behold a company might send him off to Thailand to work on a oil rig there (which idk how I feel about him taking but what do i know), so we're not gonna lose everything juuuuuust yet.  Cross your fingers.

I've discovered the magical, tasty world of sushi.  It's such a glorious mouthful universe to be in.  There I go again talking about food.  Seriously, I'm gonna go eat something.

anshin, anshin