Fun fact #1: I hate coffee (I can see y’all frowning in disappointment)
Okay, I don’t know why I thought it was a good Idea to let that be your first introduction to me. The moment people get to know I despise coffee (mainly due to its smell), I always get a three-minute talk on why that is highly invalid. But since that cat is out of the bag, we can pretend to leave the awkwardness behind, and move on. However, let the record show; the defendant does love tea, especially peach-flavored iced tea.
MY SUMMER BREAK
Anyways, I am bopping to Maisie Peters and Xana now (also avoiding work). So, my college has been on a summer break since the beginning of May and fall semester of Junior year is set to begin in August. I have no idea how I spent the past two and a half months. I had so many plans, none of which have been successfully executed. However, so many things that were never a part of my plan have happened (blogging and an impulsive Haircut being one of them :D).
HAIRCUTS
Over the past year, I have impulsively cut my hair three times. You know, how nothing can stop you when you want to chop all your hair off? Since I didn’t have the liberty to do that (let’s leave that conversation for later), I just made sure my haircut was drastic enough to feel like a different person. My point for writing all this was that hair stylists are essentially therapists. They are changing lives one haircut at a time. Right after the cut, you feel like a new person, a force to be reckoned with, if you will. Sady I have come to the realization that I no longer have space for life-changing haircuts. I’ve exhausted all my chances at layers and Curtain Bangs.
Small digression
A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.
– Coco Chanel
RENOVATION
When a haircut isn’t an option to change your life, rearranging your living space is the next best thing. And so that’s exactly what I did. I have been obsessively cleaning, rearranging, and decorating my dorm room for the past week. And I CANNOT stop. When I see anything, my first thought is, how do I repurpose it to turn it into room decor? And I do come up with ideas, but as you all must have figured out by now, I plan an awful lot but never really get to doing them. So I clean up, find trinkets (read trash) that I could repurpose, and save them. And my room gets cluttered again, and the cycle continues. Fun right? Also, now I have hit another dead end; I have exhausted my wall space, too. The only walls I have been merciful towards are technically my roommate’s wall space. But I guess this round of rearrangement should leave me feeling different and nice for at least two months, by which time I desperately hope my curtain bangs grow out. One might ask what triggered this particular episode of reinvention, and my reply to you is I honestly have no clue.
REINVENTION
But thanks to the evolutionarily advantageous human skill of pattern recognition, I have noticed that each time I have one of my spasms of reinvention mania, something in my life must feel out of my control or just too chaotic for me to handle. I’m yet to figure out what it is this time around. I have some ideas of what it could be, and I’m trying to work on them one at a time. For instance, I have been avoiding a tough conversation for about three months, and it has been eating me up slowly. Today, I decided to have that conversation soon. So I texted him and asked if we could talk. And yeah, we have decided to speak as soon as he’s back on campus. Fingers crossed, I hope it goes well.
The dorm room feels like home now, and I have been more productive. I have made a schedule that I try to stick to, and I have started blogging. It’s like I have reclaimed control amidst the chaos of my life. Almost like I’m shouting to the universe that my life is mine to make or break. And trust me, it feels like nothing else; it feels absolutely amazing.
I’m gonna go and embrace the rest of this beautiful day now.
Hope to see you in the funny papers
