Typos... I mean they happen...

I have a rule about this blog where I don't really go back and fix things even read over past entries because it just doesn't feel like that sort of thing. If I were forced to rename it I would probably pick something like Spaghetti On The Wall or Word Vomit or something like that.

Anyways now that I've addressed that I'm in a bit of a pickle. (PS One time I left a jar of pickles on Nikko's couch over night and then tried to eat one the next afternoon...it was so wrong). Without going into too many details, I could potentially be standing at the precipice of a big decision (yes. I did indeed type the lyric from The Last 5 Years into google to make sure I was spelling precipice correctly). It involves my summer and many thrilling opportunities that I am very thankful to be a part of. Some part of me died a little when I realized that I was probably going to be the only one home. Still working that high school job. There was a the moment of question myself and my skill set. I wondered why everyone had the will and financial support to try something else. Why am I, once again, the one who can't afford it and therefore has to settle. Well almost instantly some doors opening but each of them with a price. I've set up an appointment to talk to Christin about it which I think will play a huge role in my decision making...but there's someone else I'm going to call on. My dad. It's weird but something tells me that he'll have a good idea of what to say. In a roundabout (oy) way my father is partially the reason for the pickle and the dichotomy of work theory and logic with the confines of my mind. He always told me to CHASE MY DREAMS! and reminded me that I'M ONLY YOUNG ONCE! However now that I am slightly less young there is the issue of money.

So though I've given you little detail here's what's on the horizon. Will Kevin chose career over financial stability? Will act against his mother and risk it all for what may be an undiscovered dream? Will Kevin finish his STUPID MODEL AND PAPER THAT ARE DUE ON THE SAME AWFUL DAY (totally unrelated but I just had to get that out there)?????

Stay Tuned/Toned/ and Terrfic.

New Haircut. New Life.

Please excuse the extremely cliche and title but it did just kind of work out that way.

I guess it all started in History of Musical Theatre. Where else right? Christin made a totally rash and unsupported statement about Prince Eric having awful hair. It seemed criminal but in the end it was pretty evocative (typical Christin). After some conversation with Nikko later that night, it was decided for me that my long hair had run its course.

Cut to the morning of the following Saturday I'm sitting in in a hysterical established called Style America. Not gonna lie, it was hood. There was multi-colored weave in the window and two cholas that were cuttin' hur. Now the last time I had a haircut in Tucson it was at the chic Ric Erickson salon. The experiences were complete polar opposites. The brilliant girl who cut my hair at Style America had no reason to sugar coat her thoughts on my hair. Some favorites were "What have you been thinking" "If your hair gonna go, It's gonna go" "Ugh You looks SO much better. You're welcome." While my aesthetic may not have been her favorite...they were all about Nikko. Of course.

I was really flattered by people's responses to the new look, but have you ever noticed that when you change your style people make it sound like you've looked like a maimed ogre for the past 10 years?
Rude.

But wait the changes aren't over yet. I took a big step and started going to Betsy's pilates class which is hard but totally fun. I accept that I look awful when I'm doing but it's enjoyable.

Anyways I thought this would be a good time to return to the blog. I need to get into the habit of non-academic writing.

Keep it real but don't forget your inner diva. She's in there somewhere.