My initial reaction is "lol Whut"? But it's true. In the near future, (depending on the shipping time from wherever to Montana) I am going to dread my hair. I've been doing a lot of research, getting super pumped up and biting my nails over the drastic change about to happen. I think it will help add to my perspective (because you've got to try everything at least once...right?)
I'm incredibly thankful to have a family who supports my decision. My dad's had dreads twice now and my tight knit circle here at home is excited to help me out.
(k)Not that anyone's really paying attention to my silly little self-diluted blog anyways, but I will try to post pictures as soon as the transformation happens. I know there are plenty of ways to go about this, but after tons of research I prefer the Dread Head HQ way.
I also realize that this has nothing really to do with writing, or anything really, but I figured that it was worth posting about. :)
End Transmission.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
Star Date: December 11
I wish I could answer the question for myself. I wish that the summer/fall sun still adorned my black clad shoulders and pouted lips. Yet I can't. (However "model" is never how I would describe myself.)
I find myself in the middle of an identity crises. I'm happy... content... If I never published anything ever again I would be satisfied being classified as a one-hit-wonder. I wish I could say that I've been productive since my last post, yet I find myself in the midst of "end-of-the-year-writer's-block" that will hopefully make my next piece a great work of art.
Currently, my life is changing. I had always thought that when I graduated from high school, recognition would be easily found, my life would be simple and I wouldn't be working a less than adequate (yet decent paying) job at a gas station. I write brilliant epics inside of my head while I'm taking out the trash and cleaning piss off of the toilet seats in the men's restroom, yet none of my ideas seem to take to paper very well...yet.
If asked 6 months ago where I'd be now, I would have never answered that I'd be stuck with my writing, yet happy in life, trying to find a better occupation and getting ready to dread my hair.
I have so much to say, but so little need nor want to speak up. I'm not trying to sound deep nor meaningful nor "angsty", it's just true. ...I think the Captain may be a little lost.
End Transmission.
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