So, Happy Halloween.

Today was a pretty sorta-productive day, I guess. The day before, I got a trim and added some layers. It's pretty okay. The majority of the burnt stiff ends are off, but my hair's fluffier than usual.

But today, while I was staring at my self at the mirror, my eyes came upon a box of hair dye and I thought "Oh alright. Why the hell not?" and so I did do it. My hair's dyed now, but you wouldn't be able to see it unless i'm standing under daylight. It's okay, hair dye. You tried.

It's also my aunt's 50th birthday and I bought her a pair of black sandals! She seemed quite happy about it. A lot more years to you and I wish you a lot of happy days because you deserve them. You really really really really do.

Other than that, the roleplay had so much fun dressing up in costumes and Nico even got to kiss Jade. It was a nose and cheek kiss, but oh come on. He's a philophobic bastard so give him a break.

All in all, wonderful day. I wonder what's in store tomorrow (or today.... considering it's 12:43 AM. Bah, the next day doesn't start 'till I see sunlight and i've already fallen asleep.)

I hope at least half of the population had a good day, too.

Be a good month, November.

Haircuts.

I am a girl. I have hair. I have girly hair.

And I have girly feelings about my girly hair.

It's normal to be nervous when you get a haircut. You don't know how something will look on you. Maybe it'll look extremely awesome on someone meanwhile it'll look like total bull crap on you.

Yes, being nervous is very normal. People try to look as good as possible.

Now, let me display a certain situation. Let's say I asked someone to cut my hair short. I'm supposed to see it as this:

But, it'll feel more like this:

Just made this post because i'm gonna get a haircut on Monday. Just a trim and some layers. That's all.

................................................ i'm still nervous, though.

The grumpy lemon.

This is a grumpy lemon:

The grumpy lemon doesn't like affection:

The grumpy lemon hates life because life gives away his kind:

The grumpy lemon hates milk...especially in his cereal (and it gives him gas.):

But the grumpy lemon likes to sing about his feelings through a nice session of karaoke:

But he sings terribly. Sucks for you, grumpy lemon. Sucks for you.

Walang Hanggan

I didn't watch that show, but everyone was talking about it.

So I was pretty much like this:

I don't watch Filipino soap operas often. They seem predictable and they always use the same actors and actresses (cough their "love team"). I mean, they affect the emotions and all (For example: "RUN YOU SACK OF GUTS. THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR SCREWING ANOTHER PERSON'S WIFE!"- people here.), but I just don't like watching them.

I mainly just watch tv for comedy and cooking shows.

A hurricane they said.

I went out with my camera and

A hurricane the said. Thank God we're not floating in deadly waters right now.

The concept of being "Just there"

It's 12:45 AM, a Taylor Swift song's on, and my thoughts are just bursting. I'm gonna try and explain in detail some days I have in a certain place. You know... thoughts and stuff. You could say i'm a wallflower. 

~~~~~

10 o'clock and i'm in my uniform, sweaty hands constantly pulling down my white top over my plaid skirt, sitting under the trees and under the blue, blue, ever so blue sky. And the sun is hot, the breeze cool, my lips chapped, my breath slow and steady, and my hand slowly creeping towards my chin.

Beads of sweat constantly forming at the back of my neck and I lift up my hair. The air is cool, the breeze is gentle, and i'm sitting under the trees at 10 o'clock in the morning, my shadow not colliding with another's.

And all these kids walking around and giggling and I think about how they feel. And them bumping into each other and I think about the morning they had, or how their classes were, or if they're in love or not. I think about the source of the twinkle in their eyes and what they would do if they were sitting under the trees at 10 o' clock like me.

How would it feel to bump into another and laugh and cry and roll around.

How it feels to be blushing under the sunshine and people noticing you and shouting "You're looking awesome today."

Speaking pure words with flawless actions, brimming with confidence, fearless fire glowing in your eyes.

And loved and adored and not ignored. And special and known for the things you do best, for the things you do better, for they are great.

And you walk with no errors and you go home with a smile. You go back again and you're greeted by love and you're welcomed with open arms and it's only been a night but "I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH"

And how people would fight over the seat next to you because of the jokes you make and they love you. And you don't know how blessed you are.

You really are.

And all the things I miss because i'm sitting under the trees at 10 o'clock, sweaty hands constantly pulling my top. All the things I miss under the blue, blue, ever so blue sky.

~~~~
lol gosh :))

Anyhoo, I hope that was accurate. Who doesn't want to be famous or at least school-popular? Like, you don't have to panic because there's always someone you could go with.

But there are cons to it .I don't want to talk about that.

One thing about me: I like observing people.

Things that I should do before the next semester:

• Find a bag that's cute, but not too cute to the point that I look like I just blasted out from some anime series (*~Kawaii~*)
• Wrap my notebooks with plain bond paper and scribble all over them.
• Stock up on pens.
• Make a "We should totally just stab Caesar" button pin for my bag.
• Deep condition my hair. 
• Attempt to grow taller.
• Stock up on my perfume. 
• Buy a watch. 

College vs. Highschool

There's a clear difference between college and highschool. In highschool, you can settle your ass down on that brown chair for as long as you like while you migrate like the people during the ice age in college. In highschool, you get awesome bathrooms with awesome trashcans next to awesome toilets that actually flush while in college, you pee on dirty loos. In highschool, you wear white socks while in college, you usually don't.

In college, you get different classmates in different classes and you get different teachers. Everything is different. Even the amount of stairs you have to encounter has tripled.

But why do I like college more? I just think the atmosphere's more comfortable, that's all.

In highschool, I pretty much looked like this:

I had really boring hair, tired eyes, awful lips, an awful nose, oily skin, and I looked like the kind of person who would bore you to death. 

That's actually a fact.

I could bore you to death because i've got the charm of a door mat. That actually depends on the person. If you're pretty loud and you like talking about boys all the time and how you SO want to feel their abs, then we won't get along that much. Something happened to me in time and space which resulted to -points at me- who doesn't have a lot of friends just because. It's pretty darn sad sometimes, but oh well. 

So in college, I changed my look. I did some stuff to prevent all the oiliness and stuff. I put on this really awesome orange lip tint from Etude house, and I placed some ice on my eyes. People tell me i'm "blooming" sometimes (heheHAH oh my god what), but I just get amused at the term because it makes me feel like a flower and like

Yeah.

I'm hungry. I'll be blogging again soon.