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Chopped.

I did it. I chopped of my hair and adopted a fohawk.

[No one’s taken any pictures yet. How surprising.]

I did it because I was tired. I was tired of waking up in the morning and taking more time on my hair than anything else. I was tired of becoming self-conscious whenever my hair become even just a little nappy. I was tired of believing that my hair was one of my more redeeming qualities as a woman.

And yes, I’ve been mistaken for a boy multiple times. I’m getting used to that, and I like to think that I’m breaking down some form of gender stereotyping somehow. Though, I do get slightly offended when someone says, “I thought you were a guy.” — I’m slowly getting over that one.

In all, it gives me something to be excited about. I’m excited to let my hair grow out, to do all of the crazy, weird things with it in between here and where it was before. I’m excited to let it grow through all of the awkward stages and be all whatever about it because I’ve already done something outrageous with it.

It’ll get too long to put up soon enough, so come see it before it’s too late :]

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Distant Worlds.

Yeah, I know, I promised an epic post, and it’s still not here yet. It’ll come eventually. I’m attempting to sift past a couple of post ideas before then. Blame the backorder of creativity in my head.

Anyway, this past Saturday I went with the Protegee (that’s pro-teh-jee) to the Distant Worlds concert in Royce Hall.

If you don’t know what that is, here’s a nerd moment: Distant Worlds is a symphony concert of music from Final Fantasy. Yes, the infamous video game series, Final Fantasy.

And if you know me, hopefully you know how immense of a fan of Final Fantasy I am. If you don’t, well, now you do.

Second nerd moment: As someone who was half raised by herself and half raised by her grandmother with whom she had a significant language barrier, I had to learn things from somewhere. That somewhere ended up being video games, TV, and books. So…

Video Games:
-Final Fantasy
-Suikoden
-Kingdom Hearts

Movies:
-Cats Don’t Dance
-A Goofy Movie
-Mulan
-Lord of the Rings
-The Chronicles of Narnia

TV:
-Dragonball Z
-Trigun
-Rurouni Kenshin
-Fullmetal Alchemist
-Courage the Cowardly Dog
-Dexter’s Lab
-Hamtaro
-Powerpuff Girls

Books:
-Harry Potter
-A Series of Unfortunate Events
-Artemis Fowl

And that’s only the series from when I was younger.

I know what you’re thinking. “How sad.” “How nerdy.” “How weird.” Yeah, well, in order to be the BAMF that I am today, I had to learn from all of these things. They’re where I got my ideas about love, friendship, loyalty, sacrifice, betrayal, strength, individuality, weakness, brokenness, healing, ambition, courage, amongst others. If you want to know the person I am today, go play/watch/read that list. Yes, the entire list. Even Hamtaro.

But on to the music. I’m a fan of music myself, but a lot of people don’t know that I’m a huge fan of orchestra music. Beethoven, Chopin, Listz, Mozart, Rachmaninoff, etc, etc. And then there’s composers for video games, TV shows, and movies. Nobuo Uematsu (the star of the show for Distant Worlds, really, as the composer for most of the Final Fantasy games), Masashi Hamauzu, Yoko Shimomura, Hans Zimmer, John Williams, Harry-Gregson Williams… They make up the soundtrack of my life.

If you’re thinking, “Wow, she’s crazy,” yeah, well, you’re a poo-poo head.

The point of this post is… when you get to listen to part of the soundtrack of your life live and see the man who made it all possible, it’s pretty cool. Kind of like seeing your favorite band or musical artist in concert, I guess, if you have any artists you’re permanently attached to. Being able to share it with someone who’s been equally as influenced by said music makes it even better.

I wish I could play an orchestra instrument. Still want to learn the cello. Then I can play for myself all the time.

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Cubicle Paradise.

When I was younger, I bought a comic book titled “Cubicle Paradise.” I didn’t understand the humor then, but I feel like I would now. I think I’ll bring it when I go to get my things from home.

Ah, the joys of working in an office…

Hey, I found time to think about things!

Things to do in the next 29 hours:
-Cook dinner for the BroCo
-Pack
-Visit my high school
-Have lunch with my brother
-Go home and gather my things
-Move into Hedrick Hall, again
-Go to improv class
-Start doing Move-in Assistant stuff

Things to do in the next week:
-Work a ton to make up for missed hours and build up some savings before the school year starts
-Buy books, a cajon, and printer ink, amongst probably other things
-Move-in assisting. Lots of it.
-Settle my class schedule? Being on a waitlist makes me angsty.
-Finish writing that script I’ve been working on for x months

Things to do in the next quarter:
-Apply for my major. Finally! So. Excited.
-Still working a ton on a week-to-week basis
-Figuring out what it’ll look like to be a part of community, living it, and engaging with it
-Finish improv class and do our show
-Host a brand-spankin’ new LCC improv/variety show! *spoiler alert*
-Figure out where to stay during winter break
-Watch and participate in the selection of a new generation of coyotes
-Be a part of a new LCC scene, whatever that means
-Dig into Acts like I’ve been trying to for a year now
-Make new friends in a new year of school
-Save money for snowboarding!
-Move past the silliness that was me in Spring Quarter
-Rig improv workshops to be on Sundays so I can freakin’ go to Catalyst, SON.
-Go to small group
-Engage with and share with people about my ish
-Carry out the best video plan ever for Fall Con
-Perform with Performing Arts Team at least once, despite poopy schedule conflicts

Things to do in the next year:
-Go to Honduras, again. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.
-Branching off of that last one, become an advocate for serving in the aldeas. (To find out what that means, refer to Honduras series posts!)
-Start classes for my Theater minor!
-Go to Taiwan to see my family
-Train a new generation of coyotes in the way of improv
-Improve my own improv skill set
-Attempt to break down my four options of post-college life into two solid options
-Direct a scene
-Work out or something on a more frequent basis
-Start a new martial art. Hopefully Wing Chun.
-Become an advocate/planner for class hangouts and bonding
-Make awesome videos for media team
-Make crazy collaborations in everything that I do
-Start Isaiah
-Build/maintain/repair friendships
-For Slev: Work on that song from almost a year ago.

… Amongst other things. Holy @#$%, I’m gonna be busy.

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Ladybug.

A ladybug landed on my hand today on the way to work. For whatever reason, that’s supposed to be good luck.

After yesterday’s revelation, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. Last year, around this time, I was being a big ol’ negative Nancy — to put it bluntly, I had my head up my ass. This was, of course, preceded by a difficult summer and followed by an even harder year.

But, c’est la vie. That’s life.

This time around, I’m feeling more confident. I feel like I have my feet on the ground, and I’m ready to run. I feel prepared to face anything — not like I’m invincible, just unafraid. Excited, even. And that, for lack of a better word, is cool.

Looking back on this summer, it might’ve been the period of most rapid change in my personality, ever. I’m a lot more introverted these days, more silent and calculated, calmer, and better at rolling with the blows. I guess you could bundle that together and say “emotional stability,” but I hate being clinical.

Don’t worry, I’m still all sorts of crazy. Also, still lazy. I’m working on that one.

Oh, have I mentioned I’m starting to get into jazz? Recommendations, if you would.

(Epic post is over the horizon!)

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Are you not entertained?

I’m not easily impressed by myself. I, quite frankly, find myself to be rather extraordinary at being average or below average — now and then I’ll pop out a blog post or script or poem that tickles my fancy a bit more than my other inane ramblings, and while I’m quite intelligent (academically), I find it simply amusing, not impressive, that I have such ridiculous luck. Yes, luck.

But today, I’m quite possibly as astonished with myself as I’ll ever be. I’m sitting on the couch just before the stroke of midnight going, “… How did that even happen?”

Tonight, on the drive home, I realized why I’m a Christian.

I even managed to sum it up into a couple of sentences in my head. (And yes, I wrote it down somewhere so I wouldn’t forget.)

I imagine the processing that will go down in the next few days will be, to say the least, epic, and the discourse that will make this blog spontaneously combust will be intriguing. At least, that’s my hope.

This is all coming at a rather odd moment in life, when I’m caught at the cusp of being, well, an adult. And none of that, “I’m eighteen, and I’m independent.” nonsense — I’m really feeling old this time.

I think I believe, finally, that I’m not the person I used to be anymore.

Stay tuned.

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Pow! Whap! Smack!

I know I like to say that I’ll punch people in the face. But I probably actually wouldn’t. Unless they threatened the people I love or myself. Then I’d be more than happy to.

Truth #294867: I’m not (really) a violent person.

(I’m actually a pacifist, you jerks.)

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