Work in progress… more picutes.  Check them out.

A few months back I witnessed someone playing Mass Effect (when it was new) and I was interested because it was a game I had never seen before.  For a minute, I was frozen as I watched the seemingly boring screen with good lighting and so so graphics.  I heard a lot of talking.  I heard a lot more talking and after that, there was more conversation.  Conversation about a girls sister having a bad relationship and having to punch some dude out (who the hell cares) and then lots of options of yes, no, maybe, and undecided type things.  I was waiting for boss levels, big fight scenes or some kind of a grand finale.  The person I saw playing this game (who will remain nameless) chose a female character.  At one point this female character came across another female character that happened to be a blue alien type thing.  They were in the middle of a conversation when out of nowhere the blue alien type thing “sensed an attraction” between the two of them and asked if the feeling was mutual.  The gamer sat and contemplated (pretending to the watchers that he wasn’t curious as to where this would lead) and then decided that Yes!  There was an attraction.  The entire situation was comical because it was so predictable.  Yeah yeah, you are supposed to form relationships or avoid them, making the game more difficult or real, but it is a game.  The blue alien thing isn’t real.  Neither is the other girl.  Don’t you just want to blow shit up?  What’s with all the conversation?  It is like a soap opera for gamers.  I know everyone likes a different style of game, but this is lame.  So sit there and play your game and wait for a blue alien to love you, it’s okay.  Leave the bullets for me.

I have added a new folder tonight with many photos.  Check em’ out.  I also added a couple of new ones into the pink folder.  I will be updating photos daily, so check back to see more.

I really need to get out of the house! In fact, I am in desperate need of getting out of this city that is swallowing my soul. Everything lately, has been work and school and school and work. It is a good feeling for me to be responsible and accomplish goals, but I am ready to rage. I am tired of feeling like I will choose to do the thing that will annoy me the least or whatever I can tolerate.

This weekend is Memorial Day weekend. It used to hold so much anticipation for me, but it was always anticipation of great things that never happened. We would go down to Movement and listen to a bunch of stupid music and run into a bunch of people we didn’t want to see and act happy about it anyway. We would drink until we were sober and drink until we were drunk again. We would rave dance to show all of the serious ravers that we too could pretend to look awesome. We would listen to techno for exactly one day and then be happy that we were rockers. We’d fall in love or lament over lost love or enjoy loves company and have bad drunk sex. Later, we would go to Magic Stick or Lager House, maybe Gusoline Alley (if we ended up in the area) and enjoy music we really wanted to be hearing and see people we really thought we could identify with. Ultimately, some atrocity would happen like clockwork. Just at the precipice of happiness, we would all hit the ground. We can blame it on the alcohol perhaps, but we may also blame it on the monotony of Memorial Day weekend. The sameness of people we thought we could identify with. The bad music. The sloppy sex. The call to the ex lover. The fight with a good friend over things you cannot remember. Looking back on it, “the weekend that ruined lives” still holds a special place in my heart. Somehow I still see it as a good time. Maybe it is the sickness in my mind.

This week, marks exactly a year since I have been home. Anyone who knows me in real life knows what I am saying. It is either tomorrow or the 22nd, that will make it a year. It’s crazy that I could even get the date confused. My need to break out and be a part of it all comes from time to time. Everyone sees me as this social butterfly, but the truth is I feel overwhelmed now by all of the possibilities of what could go wrong. I am fearful of disappointment. I am also fearful of the fact that it is still in me to want to enjoy chaos. I have been working so hard to change that, but for some reason it is still in me. Happy chaos. Not only have I been home for a year (tomorrow or in two days), but I also just had my third year anniversary of absolutely no alcohol. Not even Listerine or cough syrup. Three years is really putting effort into something. Many people do not respect that or look at it as a positive thing. Ideas of celebrating for me used to revolve around what I would be drinking to celebrate, as well as sad times, exciting moments, boredom, romance and everything else. It was my meal replacement for life. I still miss it sometimes. I guess I miss the emptiness of it. I expect nothing from it and I get absolutely zero- or I get negative. It might start out seeming positive, but it ends up zero or negative. I know I need and must stay away from it.

I need to break out of myself this weekend before I go crazy and act out in an unhealthy way. I need to be around people that might annoy me and be okay with that. I need to hear music that might piss me off. I need to see ridiculous people dancing… because it’s fun.

If you are thinking about dying your hair black, think again. Unless you would like to wear this color until it is totally grown out, meaning until your hair grows enough that you can cut it off, your best bet it to use a dark brown instead of black. I have used black on and off for years and decided to go blonde again. This time, breaking the blue base was not so easy. In the last five days, my hair has undergone seven chemical services and about twelve conditioning treatments. It is not even finished yet. I know what I am doing and take it from me, find the darkest shade of brown and be happy with that- to everyone else it will be black.

In case you did not notice, this site is under construction.  I will be updating daily so check it out.  Let me know what you would like to see or read about.  Yes, I have an opinion about everything.  That does not make me an asshole, just honest.

I have added a photo gallery.  There are sever pictures in the “pink” gallery and I will also be adding more to that one tomorrow, as well as a new gallery.

Nuge and I went to Meijer the other day to get some herbs for my mothers garden.  I also had a few other odds and ends to pick up, but it was supposed to be a short trip so we could go make dinner.  There were seventy people in line and I almost reconsidered the whole thing, but we waited along with everyone else.  Nuge stands about 6′5 and I am just tall enough.  My head conveniently is at eye level with his nipples.  I was restless and tired standing in line and on the verge of having a tantrum or starving to death.  Resting my head on Nuges chest, trying to relax, I bit his nipple through his shirt and said “mama.”  He let me do this for a whole minute before we realized we were standing elbow to elbow with everyone else.  I don’t know why I do these things.

Anyone sit around still and watch “Tom Goes to the Mayor?” I DO!  If you do not know what it is, then you are only missing the best show ever.  Buy the box set.  Not only do you get every episode, you also get commentary and a bunch of extra features.  I love Tim and Eric Awesome show, but for some reason it doesn’t fill the void in my soul that Tom and the Mayor once did.  I need the weirdness and the warped faces.

Recently, I have been sincerely annoyed because Awesome Show is doing a tour and decided to forget about Detroit.  They are going to Canada, but I need them to come here.  I feel like I was one of the first fans.  Not only was I one of the first fans, but I forced others to watch, so then they would also become fans.  Now they are rejecting Detroit.

“Rats Off to ya” was the first episode that I can remember seeing.  I was hooked immediately and I had no idea why.  The next week I told my boyfriend that I wanted to watch the show with the mayor and he said “I am not sure how I feel about it.”  We watched it and then he also became hooked.

Awesome Show is really funny and I love watching it, but I wish they would either make more TGTTM or do it in live action… OR at least be Jan and Wayne for a full 15 minutes.

If you are ever in Detroit, come and see me!  Together, we can make magic.  I love love LOVE to do punk rock hair, but I am not limited to doing just that.  I have been blue, green, pink, purple, red, black, blonde and every color in between and I still have more hair than most people.  The key is to doing this properly and I know how.  If you think that you need some excitement and a little bit of punk is waiting to pop out of you, let me know.  What color are you dying to try?

I am so glad you asked.  This page will be a blog of daily life, but not limited to daily grind.  Soon I will be a licensed stylist so fashion and hair design will influence this page, as well as photography of clients and competitions.

You will find music and movie reviews, recipes, advice on alcoholism, advice about sex, opinions about everything and lots and lots of photos.  I may also be including some video.

What am I asking of you?  Feedback, activity, patience, and loyalty.  Tell me your opinions on everything even if you disagree.  Be truthful, but not offensive.  I plan to make this more of a community at some point, but I would like everyone to get a feel for things first.