First Post

August 19, 2014

If you’re reading this post, for some reason I’ll never understand, you’ve decided to read my blog. Brace yourself because I live a very awkward life. I basically created this for the sole purpose of venting. The problems that you’ll hear on here have also been vented to my friends, but for some reason it just feels like a giant weight off my shoulders to write it somewhere. I guess I could just write in a diary, but I’d rather not waste paper and get writer’s cramp. 

I’ve been thinking of starting an online “diary” for a while now and have attempted to start one multiple times but always gave up after one day. But this time I’m truly making an effort to use this and hopefully my emotions won’t be bottled up so much.

Another reason I’m starting this online diary is because I’d like to pursue an English major of some sort when I start college, and I’d like to practice my writing skills.

Today was a horrible day. I’ve been looking forward to getting highlights for the longest time, and today I finally went to get them. Keep in mind, this is my first time getting highlights, so I have no clue what to expect. First, my hairdresser suggests that I cut my hair a bit because I was planning on layers. I loved my hair at the length it already was but agreed because both the hairdresser and my mother said that my hair would have more of a bounce if it was cut. Now, my hair is a little past my shoulders, which I’m not happy about. I’m tall, so short hair looks awkward on me and I feel like I look stupid. Anyways, I told myself that once the highlights were done it would look a lot better. After I go through the long process of foiling and drying and it’s finally revealed, I saw barely anything. I’m a brunette, and you can’t even tell that my hair is any shade different from what I came in with, in the sunlight too. Thank god I’m going back in a couple days to get it fixed because I already bragged to all my friends about my highlights.

Nothing can ever go right in my life. I know it’s just highlights, but it seems like no matter what I do, it doesn’t go right. I’m sure more events will come and you’ll see how awkward my life truly is.