Why Is This So Complicated?

You guys know how I tend to struggle with technology more than the average person, right? Not so much that I don't know how to use it (although that does happen as well) but that nothing electronic ever seems to work the way it's supposed to when I'm around. Well, here is one of the weirder examples that have come up lately. My email service will not let me delete emails after a certain time of day. I check my email in the morning and am able to get rid of unwanted messages with no problem. I try to do the same thing in the evening and they just refuse to go away. I check the little box, click the delete button, nothing happens. Better yet, sometimes I check the little box, hit the delete button, the email goes away only to magically reappear in a few seconds. I've even tried going ahead and opening the email to delete it from there. I open it, hit the delete button, it moves on to the next email, I hit delete on that one, and so forth, then once I've been through all of them, I land back at my inbox, only to find that all of the emails are still there.

I feel your pain, Ward. 

Poor Money Management Skills

I had to take money back out of my savings account today! You know, the one that I was going to keep adding to, so I could eventually afford to do something with my life? I don't know what the deal is, but for the last two weeks, I keep miscalculating how much money I have! I'm usually pretty good about keeping track of how much I have left, I've had a lot of practice with making the most of very little money, but not recently. I mean, I've never been very good at making financial decisions, but I always at least knew how much money I have. I check my account online every couple days to make sure I don't run out, but that hasn't been working lately, for some reason. I don't know if things are taking longer to come through than they used to, or if I'm buying too many things at once, or what, but I have failed miserably at handling my money the last couple of weeks. I have to do better at this.

But I don't, I don't have money. 

Suspension of Disbelief

You know one thing that has always bugged the shit out of me on TVs shows and movies? When people are able to figure out other people's passwords. I always find it really interesting trying to get inside other people's heads, and I love watching it in TV and movies. However, I think it's damn near impossible to actually figure out someone else's password. I don't care if you know every detail of another person's life, you still probably wouldn't be able to figure it out. Not because it's impossible to understand someone's thought process that well, but because password requirements pretty much ensure that they be almost entirely nonsensical. They have to have a minimum number of characters, a number, a combination of upper and lower case letters, and sometimes something that is neither a number or a letter. So yeah, I don't care how good you are at getting inside other people's heads, I'm fairly certain there's no way to predict what random assortment of keys someone will select to satisfy the password gods. I suppose that's why, in movies and TV shows, the password rules never seem to exist, the passwords are always just plain old words.

Like a Ninja

Lately, my dad has been trying to convince me that I should train to go on American Ninja Warrior. Not that I don't think that would be fantastic, I do! I just don't think I'm likely to manage it. I mean, as much as I would like to think that I can do all of those things (and I mean, in theory, I could), I just don't see myself ever actually getting to that point. However, my dad has agreed to build me a salmon ladder, which I am very excited about! So, the way I see it, it couldn't hurt to practice as many of the stunts as I can with my limited resources. Even though I'm not likely to ever make it on the show, I could at least film it for you guys once I get my video blog going.

And there was a vegan guy who had a ridiculously amazing run on the show last year! Who knows.

                   

If nothing else, it will make me feel like Sara. 

Ⓥ Turning the Tide

It seems to me that, in our current society, the people whose opinions carry the most weight with the general public are those who are least concerned with making the world a better place. The people we hear from most often are not those with the most insight or wisdom, but simply with the most (often undeserved) fame. Like it or not, the people who show up on TV or magazine covers have a great deal more influence than people who spend their time trying to make a difference in the world.

I think a big part of the reason that animal rights is still such a controversial issue is that there aren't enough celebrities talking about it, and the ones who are tend to downplay it to seem less "extreme". Plus there's the fact that, since working for animal rights actually requires a lifestyle change (namely veganism), some of the famous people who openly support it later end up deciding that it's not worth the inconvenience. Then many of them publicly declare that they have gone back to their old ways, often presenting excuses for why they "couldn't" do it. I find this infuriating because, not only are they failing to adhere to a lifestyle that they have (at least for a while) realized is morally necessary, but they are actively undoing any good they my have done by promoting it in the first place.

On the other hand, there are tons of people out there who truly do care about animals, other humans, the planet as a whole, and want to help make things better. Many of them do whatever they can to get their ideas out there. Yet, no one cares to listen to these people because they spend their efforts trying to make the world a better place instead of trying to get famous.

I guess the point I'm trying to make here is that we, as a society, need to start placing more value on......well values than arbitrary popularity. Why do we spend so much time paying attention to the lives of people who aren't trying to do anything meaningful with them? The other point I'm trying to make is that we, the vegan community, need to work on getting famous. Just saying.

There are still a few good ones out there though. 

Drop Dead Gorgeous

I apologize for the terrible pun, I couldn't help myself. 

Anyway, how twisted is it that I find the zombie look very appealing? I started watching that new show, iZombie, which is (in case you didn't guess) about a zombie. In the first episode, they showed what the main character looked like before she became a zombie and I, personally, think she looks much better now. I thought she looked kind of generic as a human, but she's quite beautiful as a zombie. In fact, her current look is pretty much the look I've been going for lately. I'm actually very jealous of her hair, I still can't get mine that color; it's close, but not quite. Unfortunately, I'm not sure how many other people are into the undead look, so this way not work out so well for me. 

By the way, it's not just her, I also thought the guy from Warm Bodies looked way more attractive as a zombie. This is probably a sign of some sort of sever psychological disorder......

Tangentially

You know how I mentioned a while back that the police department never did manage to find enough decent employees? Well, it looks like they still haven't; they are still advertising for the job online and there was a story about it in the local paper recently. Even though it's been nearly two years since that whole fiasco, I still keep wondering "if they get desperate enough, would they reconsider the whole leather accessories thing?" 

You want to know something really pathetic though? Here's the real reason why I still kind of want to be a cop; because I think it's the closest thing to what I would actually like to do that exists in reality. You know, I'm never going to get to be a demon hunter, or a superhero, but in all of my favorite shows/movies/books there are always cops around too. They may not be the main characters, and half the time they're asshole, but at least they still get to be part of the story.......... even if it is only tangentially.

Knowing Your Weaknesses Part 2

I feel like knowing our own weaknesses is important, not so that we can avoid doing things that we're bad at, but simply so that we can decide how to act about those things. There is nothing wrong with doing something that you're not good at, if you like doing it. In fact, there is something very charming about people who do things that they enjoy, regardless of how proficient they are at those things.

For (fictional) example, I just finished reading Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys. There is this one scene in a karaoke bar, in which the main character is watching this girl, Daisy, sing. She is completely off-key and generally pretty terrible, and he talks about feeling embarrassed for her. Then, when she gets off stage, she is laughing and talking about how much fun it was. She is obviously fully aware that she was bad, but did it anyway simply because she wanted to. All of a sudden, instead of feeling embarrassed for her, he (and I) saw her as this amazing, fun-loving person who doesn't give a shit what anyone thinks of her.

(On a side-note, Daisy actually ended up being my favorite character in the book. She was smart, and funny, and a total badass who knew how to get shit done.)

What isn't charming is someone who does things they are bad at without being aware that they are bad at them. That's just kind of pathetic, which is why I would like very much to avoid it. Basically, I feel like anyone can pretty much get away with doing anything, as long as they have the right attitude about it. If you're doing something that you're good at, you should have an air of confidence about you. If you're doing something you're not good at, you should have more of an "I don't care what you think of me." vibe. I think that's a major reason why I don't do very many things; I don't know what attitude to have about them, and it just seems safer to avoid them altogether.

(On another side-note, what is it with Daisys? They're always so fucking cool! Daisy was also one of my favorite characters from Being Human, and it turns out that Skye (from S.H.I.E.L.D.)'s real name is also Daisy. Perhaps I should just change my name to Daisy, and then all of my problems would be solved.)

^ Daisy Hannigan-Spiteri

Knowing Your Weaknesses Part 1

You know how there are people who are called "life coaches"? Well, I've realized that what I need is a "life judge". I need someone to just follow me around and tell me what I'm good at, what I need to work on, and what I should really just give up on. Seriously, I honestly have have no idea how to gauge my own abilities/traits/whatever. I constantly bounce back and forth between thinking I'm good at things, and thinking I'm hopelessly incompetent. This especially goes for artistic endeavors, but also for everything else.

I feel like knowing what your own strengths and weaknesses are a fairly fundamental part of deciding what to do with your life, not just career wise, but in general. Unfortunately, I am at a complete loss when it comes to that.

For example, here is a list of things that I like to do/would like to try, but don't do/only do when I'm alone because I don't know if I'm any good at them.
Singing
Dancing
Fighting
Acting
Flirting

and here is a list of things that I would like to be, but I don't know if I am.
Interesting
Attractive
Clever
Funny
Talented

I feel like I could also benefit from an overall rating of myself as a whole. I really just need some unbiased person to follow me around with a bunch of score cards, so I'll know whether or not I suck.

If I ever saw this ^ then maybe I would finally know what to do with my life. 

It'll Do

In class on Friday, we were still (shockingly) working on punches. This time I was paired up with the Young Girl. I really do think she might be good eventually, but it's still just a lot of us pretending to punch each other. It worked out okay though, because at the end of class we did this drill where we alternated between working on the bags and working with the Instructor on the pads. I was pretty pleased with this arrangement because it provided a fairly decent workout, and an opportunity to get some real feedback. I think if we could do that at the end of every class, I would be okay with the fact that the rest of the class has become much less intense than I would like.

Ⓥ Book Review: Holy Cow

I recently read Holy Cow, by David Duchovny. If you haven't heard about this book, it's sort of a modern day fable with an animal rights message. It follows the journey of a cow, Elsie, and her friends Jerry (aka Shalom) the pig, and Tom the turkey. They each become aware of the ultimate fate of animals on farms, and decide to run away together, each with a different destination.

While the concept sounds a bit absurd, I felt that this book did a rather excellent job of covering animal rights issues in a way that is somehow still fun and light-hearted. The book is written from Elsie's perspective, and is presented as something between an autobiography and a diary. She fills her story with pop culture references and stereotypical teenage lingo, which easily could have been highly annoying but somehow manages to be quite endearing.

There were a few flaws in the story, in my opinion. For one thing, it started out on a small family farm, as opposed to a factory farm, which automatically avoided the most serious abuses that farmed animals face. I can understand why he did this, it would have been hard to maintain the cheerful nature of the story if it had been set in a factory farm, but I felt that it may have given the average reader an unrealistically tame image of a farmed animal's life. Also, we were led to believe that Elsie was producing milk despite the fact that she had never given birth, which is physically impossible. Though, to be fair, this inconsistency was addressed in the notes at the end of the book.  

Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed Holy Cow. I thought it had a nice balance of humor and thought-provoking insight into animal agriculture. I would recommend it to anyone who is interested in animal rights, or is just looking for an interesting, if highly unusual, read.

Ostara

I know I generally do my animal rightsy posts on Fridays, but I'm putting it off this week because today is Ostara and I feel like I should write about that today instead.

Ostara is the Spring equinox and it's basically all about fertility, hence all the rabbits and eggs. Yeah, it's pretty much the origin behind every single Easter tradition. It's named for a fertility goddess who also goes by the Eostre (looks kind of like Easter, right?). This is a good time for getting in touch with nature, and with your own creativity (fertility doesn't have to mean procreation). It's also a time of rebirth, the days are now longer than the nights, and all the plants are starting to reappear. Winter is now officially over, and everything gets to start fresh.

Another Dumb Idea

So, if I were to start making videos would you guys watch them? I actually mentioned this idea once before, but I've been seriously considering it recently. The original idea was basically to try out a bunch of different scenarios from movies and TV to see how they would work in the real world; escaping from various situations, testing different maneuvers, etc. Then I started thinking that it might be kind of cool to do other videos too. I know there have been lots of times that I've tried to describe various things that have happened to me, and thought "This would be much easier if I could just show them." Like when I try to tell you guys about how Impala attacks his own back half, or when I get some ridiculous injury in class, that sort of thing.

Plus it would give me some level of justification for wanting to learn to do things like Capoeira. I can say that it's for my viewers, instead of just because I feel like it. I was even considering the idea of filming some of my poems (maybe), since I'm fairly certain I would do a better job in front of a camera than in front of actual people.

When I mentioned my idea about testing out things from movies and TV to my sister and her not-boyfriend she thought it sounded like an okay idea, but he didn't. I said "I just don't feel like anybody has really done that before." He said "Yes they did, it was called Jackass." To which my sister replied "but they didn't have a girl." I guess my being female makes it more interesting.....? Personally, I didn't think it was all that similar, but whatever, Steve-O is a pretty cool guy, so I'll take it. Also, to be fair, I think at the time I was specifically talking about testing out how hard it would be to set someone on fire with an aerosol can.

So what do you guys think, do you want to help me become YouTube famous? 

Spring Cleaning......or Something

I find that I am automatically more motivated when the weather is nice. So the last few days I have been trying to do some things that I have been meaning to do for months.

Yesterday, since the ice has now thawed back into mud, I put some more wood chips in the pig field. I wanted to try to get ahead of it this time, so that maybe it won't get a chance to turn into the horrifying swamp that it was last year.

I also decided to clean my coffee maker the other day. Have you ever cleaned a coffee maker? not the pot part, or the little basket part, but the back part where the water goes? Because I hadn't. It never even really occurred to me that that part would get dirty; I mean the only thing that goes in there is water, so how bad could it be? It was SO BAD! It had all this weird, black shit all stuck to the sides, and down in all the little crevices. I'm rather amazed that I didn't catch some sort of deadly disease from it. Once I started cleaning it, and realized how fucking gross it was, I really wanted to just throw it away. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to go out and buy a new one right then and I certainly wasn't going to go without coffee until I could go get another one. Anyway, after about an hour of difficult and complicated scrubbing, I finally got it clean enough that I didn't feel like it was a bio-hazard.

800-ish

I just realized that I totally forgot to commemorate my 800th post. I'm not sure why I even bother doing that, but I do. So anyway, this is post #811. I also don't actually have anything particularly special to talk about. So I'll just tell you that, for some reason that I don't understand, I just let Google talk me into buying a domain for my blog. So now thevolatilevegan.com links to this blog. I really don't know why I did that. They were like "Would you like to buy a domain for your blog?" and I was like "Why yes, yes I would!" and then.......

My Feelings

I just thought I would go ahead and clarify what I said yesterday about going to Ikea. I don't actually hate it that much, I was mostly just quoting Mitchell (for those of you who haven't watched Being Human, see below). I do find it rather depressing though, because it reminds me how truly pathetic my life is. I mean, compared to other places, their stuff is ridiculously cheap and I still can't even come close to being able to afford most of it. Plus, where would I put any of it if I could afford it? I find myself walking around going "Oh, this would look so nice in my kitchen that I don't have!" and "Wouldn't this just be perfect for me, if I wasn't basically squatting in someone else's house?" So yeah, I don't particularly enjoy trips to Ikea, but it's nothing personal, they actually have a lot of pretty cool stuff, and I really love the fact that most of it is designed specifically to make the most of small spaces. Who knows, maybe someday. 

Hit Like a Girl

Sorry there was no post yesterday. I ended up going to Ikea with my mom and my sister (and you know my feelings about that), which basically took all day. Anyway, I'm going to go ahead and do my recap of kickboxing class today, since I didn't get to do it yesterday. 

We're still working on punches and blocking punches, and I was paired up with the Young Girl's Mom again. So I don't feel like I made a lot of progress there. I did at least feel like I got a decent workout though, which helps. We warmed up by doing, a lot, of laps around the ring; jogging, throwing knees, kicks, etc. Then, at the end, the instructors just kept yelling out punch combinations, for a good five minutes. I'm fairly certain I was the only one, besides the instructors, who kept going the whole time. So that was kind of a confidence boost. Also, the Other Instructor's (I think) girlfriend started taking the class this week, and she seems pretty cool, which is nice.  

I have been looking for an excuse to use this image forever. I never did really come up with one, so I figured this is close enough.

Ⓥ Progress

By now you have probably all heard about Ringling Brothers agreeing to remove elephants from their shows. If not, the deal is that they will supposedly retire all elephants from their three, touring circuses by 2018. This is, undeniably, a huge step forward for elephants in particular, but also for animal rights in general. If society can learn to see elephants as more than just props for our entertainment, perhaps there is hope that they will soon begin to see the lives of other animals a having value beyond our uses for them.

I do still struggle though with the tendency of humans to refuse to see the similarities between the animals we love and the ones we only use. And so much of this voluntary blindness seems to be based mostly on convenience. I think the reason so many people have finally decided that elephants deserve better than the sad existence that the circus provides them is because the circus really isn't that big a part of most people's lives. They see footage of elephants being abused and they think how awful it is. Then they ask themselves how hard it would be to stop supporting the circus, and decide that it's worth it. However, when people see footage of farmed animals being abused and think how awful it is, they ask themselves how hard it would be to stop supporting animal agriculture and decide that maybe the way farmed animals are treated really isn't so awful after all. They also tell themselves that, while elephants are highly intelligent and social creatures, cows, pigs, and chickens are much more simple and incapable of such severe suffering.

The truth is, all animals suffer when they are abused and, when we are really honest with ourselves, farmed animals are subjected to far more abuse than elephants and other animals used for entertainment. The reason we have accepted the fact that elephants deserve better is that we get to feel better about ourselves for "helping" them without making any real sacrifices in our daily lives. I can only hope that this step forward in our attitude toward one species will eventually lead to a better understand of the needs of other species, and maybe someday we will see that they too deserve better than the abuse they have to suffer because of us.

I Guess That's Something

Yesterday, I finally went over to the bank and opened that savings account I've been talking about. Has anybody tried to open a savings account recently? Because it's kind of a pain in the ass. I really kind of thought I would just go over there and say "Hey, I want to open a savings account."  and give them my money and that would be it. Turns out I had to update every piece of information I had ever given them over the years. For some reason, they needed to know where I work, which kind if bugged me, and they asked if I still worked at J.C. Penney. That was ten years ago! Who the hell works at J.C. Penney for ten years? Not me. Anyway, I ended up putting in about half as much as I had planned to, but I fully intend to keep adding to it regularly. So maybe someday I'll have enough to buy myself a shipping container. I am, in fact, trying to save up enough money to live in a box.

 

Dream Small

I have got to come up with some way to get out of my dad's house! I need my own fucking space, or I am going to lose my mind. I wonder if the bank would give me a loan to build a shipping container house? One container would be fine for me, I don't have that much stuff and what I do have, I don't particularly care about. All I want in a house is just one big room (and a bathroom), so I think one of those would be perfect for me. I'm just so tired of trying to fit my life around other people's shit. I've always lived with other people and I'm just so done with it. I just need my own little space where I don't have to deal with anyone else, or their stuff.

My dream home. 

Underrated

You want to know something that I don't think gets the appreciation it deserves? The feeling of new socks. I have been wearing the same five pairs of socks for.....I don't even know..... a year?... more?...I really don't know. What I do know is that they have become damn near useless. They are stretched out and saggy, ridiculously thin with holes in the heels, and sometimes they fall clear down and ball up under my feet while I'm walking. You're probably wondering why I let it get to this point. Well, you see, I'm really particular about my socks. This means that they tend to be 1-Kind of expensive, and 2-hard to find. I like them to be tall (to he knee or higher), thick enough to be warm but not bulky, tough enough to not fall apart but still kind of silky, and I wanted several pairs that were all the same. I finally broke down and ordered some online, for way more than a person should have to pay for socks, and I got them yesterday. I had honestly forgotten how socks are supposed to feel. It's really quite pleasant.

And as J's grandmother used to say "Home is a place where you keep your socks, and socks are for keeping everything warm."

 

Still Going Strong

Last night, my mom, my sister, and I started re-watching Easy A. I say "started" because about halfway through it, the DVD started freezing. I stopped it and took the DVD out to see if it was dirty, or scratched, or whatever. Not a mark on it. So I brushed out the tray, in case there was dirt in there and put the disk back in. This time it refused to play at all; it just came up with a big "error" message. Which indicates that 1- It was obviously the player and not the disk, and 2- my electronics curse is still going strong.

Also, I fucking love this movie, but I would just like to point out that I dressed pretty much just like this ^ when I was in high school and nobody ever looked at me like that. 

Thinking Outside the Sandbox

The title of this post is the dumbest pun ever, and I apologize.

I've been doing the same basic workout every day for quite some time now and some of the exercises were getting way too easy, specifically sit ups and squats. I had been using these weights that I already had, but they were only ten pounds each and they just weren't heavy enough anymore. Well, 1- weights are really fucking expensive, and 2- I kind of wanted ones that were soft-ish (the ones I've been using are ankle weights). So I decided to just buy a fifty pound bag of sand instead. I just had to wrap it in duct tape so it wouldn't leak. I'm pleased to say that it actually worked quite well.

Also, I'm pretty sure I can get my stripper pole to fit in the basement. So that's a little extra motivation to get that place cleaned up here soon.

Two Small Victories, and One Large Failure

Remember that thing on my hand? Well, I was advised by a few different people that I should try smashing it with a book. So, last night, I got my sister to slam the shit out of it with a giant vegetarian cook book. It didn't actually go away, but it is smaller than it was. I may have her smash it again later.

Also, I finally finished reading The Divine Comedy. I don't think I actually mentioned that I was reading it, but I've been working on it forever! I think I finished three other books during the time that I was reading it, because it just felt so overwhelmingly long. Anyway, I finally got through it.

As or the failure, I got my pole yesterday and it's too tall to fit in my exercise room!

Ⓥ Veganism and Sexism

T.O.F.U. magazine (the one that published one of my articles a while back) just put out a new issue. First of all, I find this very exciting, because I love T.O.F.U. magazine, and I'm glad to see they are back after such a long break. Second, this new issue was about the intersection of animal rights and sexism, and it inspired me to talk about my thoughts on the subject.

When you talk about sexism and animal rights, the group that comes up the most (by far) is PETA. They are well known for their use of nude or barely clothed women in their ads, and they were mentioned in several of the articles in T.O.F.U. Many people find their treatment of women to be highly offensive, and claim that it is hurtful to the cause. I don't agree. Don't get me wrong, there are definitely things that PETA has done that I disagree with, but I don't believe that their treatment of women is sexist.

The way I see it, the women who appear in the ads do so by choice. The women decided that they wanted to allow their bodies to be used that way. I don't think that's sexism, that's personal choice. Isn't a big part of the idea behind feminism that women can choose what they want to do with their own bodies? If they want to take their clothes off to bring attention to animal rights issues, shouldn't they be allowed to do that? If these women were being somehow forced or manipulated into showing their bodies, that would be sexist. That fact that they choose it for themselves, makes it sort of empowering (at least in my opinion). For these women to stand up and say "These are my beliefs, and this is my body, and I am proud of them both" seems sort of like the opposite of sexism to me.

Furthermore, whether people like it or not, or agree with it or not, these sorts of ads do draw attention and get people talking, which is really the whole point. People can't help but notice these things and, once they notice them, they pretty much have to acknowledge the content. So how, exactly, is allowing women to use their bodies in ways that benefit causes they care deeply about, by their own choice, offensive?

Good News Everyone!

I might have cancer! Just kidding, I'm not that lucky. I do, however, have some fucking knobby thing on my hand, which I thought was a bone that was out of place, but apparently isn't. My mom insisted that we x-ray it, which resulted in the conclusion that it is "weird" and "not bone" and that I "should get it looked at". How very helpful. Also, for the love of fuck, if this weather doesn't stop I am honestly going to lose whatever semblance of sanity I have left!

In case you don't watch Futurama, I should tell you that Farnsworth's "good news" is never, in fact, good news.

Where Is the Line?

Do you think there is a line somewhere where trying to be a good person, and do the right thing, and get along with everyone gets so fucking frustrating that it actually makes you a worse person? If so, I'm pretty sure I've crossed it. I still do everything I feel like I should do, and try my best not to argue with or inconvenience anyone, but I'm so fucking bitter about it that I'm pretty sure everyone can tell that I hate everything. At this point, I really just want to tell everyone I know (human and non-human) to fuck off, and move to Portland, or any place that's not here (I mean that I want to move to Portland, not that I want to tell them to move to Portland).

An Investment In My Future

I finally did something that I've been wanting to do for a long time; I ordered a stripper pole. I keep finding these videos of people pole dancing, and I just think it's totally fucking beautiful, and I really want to be able to do that with my body. I never did take that exotic dance class I was wanting to take, and (assuming I'm able to get the thing installed properly) this will save me money and hassle in the long run. Plus, you never know when I might decide that I want to be a stripper, and now I'll have the proper training (whether or not I'm kidding about that depends entirely on how stupid I look when I try to use the thing). 

I also ordered a DVD from Felix Cane^

Victory!

After the purple fiasco, on Saturday, I decided to redo my hair. I bleached it for a hour and then used a diluted version of the purple conditioner, and I finally got the color I've been trying for! Of course, there are no guarantees that it won't turn a ridiculous color later, but at least for now it looks pretty cool. My sister was kind enough to take a picture for me, so I could show you guys what all the fuss has been about.

Also, I was not aware until now that I am the same color as my mom's kitchen. 

Not Quite What I Was Going For

Lately, I have been trying to find a way to keep my hair from getting yellow without having to actually put that purple stuff on it every day. I tried purple shampoo, which is what everyone online recommended, and that did nothing for me. Finally I decided to try putting the purple in conditioner, and see what that would do. Since I got no effect whatsoever fro the shampoo, I figured it would probably take quite a lot of purple in the condition to get what I wanted from it. Turns out I was wrong. When I got out of the shower yesterday, I looked in the mirror and thought "Yeah, it's definitely kind of purple." It didn't look that obvious though, it just had sort of a purple tint, so I thought "Oh well, I'll just deal with it for now." Then, while we were out shopping, I went into the bathroom at Wal Mart, and it was fucking purple! Apparently, it was just the lighting in my house that made it look not terrible. So yeah, I'm definitely going to dilute my conditioner a bit.

It couldn't even be a nice purple, like Leela's. It was a charming mix between lavender and gray.