Red pants

Every Friday this semester I am going to have to wake at the early hours of 6:30 a.m. so that I can get ready and go to work at the wonderful library! Today was my first official early wake up call sense...goodness knows when. Now that we have the present situation down let me give you the back drop of my story. Over this last weekend I had taken all of my clothes home so I could do some laundry...One of my most favorite things... hauling a heaping basket of stinky clothes out into the world where everyone can see not only my dirty clothes but also the shear volume of clothing. Well to move my story right along when I came back from my parents house (where I take the dirty laundry), I discovered that I had left all..not one not two... but all of my jeans at home. I am the jeaniest jean of a jean girl you ever did see. When I wake up in the morning I don't think, "now what kind of pants today?"...NO! NO! I grab my ever faithful jeans. I mean jeans are perfect; everything goes with jeans. A bummy sweat shirt...works, a dressy top...works, a ordinary t-shirt...Definitely Works! So here I was... an hour away from my jeans and school was starting the next day, plus I had work so basically I was jeanless. I figured it's the start of a whole new semester, why not start off a little different. And different I was. I was either extremely dressy in my black pants and good shirts, or extremely bummy in my sweat shirts and my wonderful new red jogging pants. Ohhh let me tell you about my jogging pants. They called forth to me in my most desperate hour of need. I had been shopping all day and though there were deals to be had galore I had found nothing to my liking. Then in one of those shining halo, build-up hallelujah moments, I found my awesome red jogging pants at the to die for sale of $7. I was so excited to ware my wonderful new red pants and what better day then my very first day of school. Well...the red pants didn't turn out to be as rednerful as I would have hope. Though I loved them in every way, the legs on these pants were the longest thing, even the Nile would be impressed. All day long it was a battle of tugging and pulling and adjusting. To make matters worse it was a wet, sloppy, snowy day out, so every time I walked outside my pants would become drenched up to my knees in muddy, icy, cold water. There my pants were slapping there wet icy fabric appendages against my freezing legs and causing my poor feet to feel like ice cubes. When I arrived home that night I swore off red pants for sure...until I thought "you know, it wouldn't be that hard to fix them". Which brings us to this morning. I decided in the wee hours of the morning that safety pins would work best. I scavengered around our apartment only to find one pin. Then I remembered that at one point when I was trying to be creative and fix our curtains I had used a whole slew of safety pins. I quickly gather them and begin the process of pinning the pants. After 15 min of pushing and pulling, folding and creasing I finished and slip them on. Not the worst in the world. Nonchalantly I glance at the clock....What? No way? The bus would be here in four min. In a whirlwind of shoes, books, homework, coat and gloves I breeze out the door, only to see the bus making the curve and heading for my stop. I take off running, hoping that everything about the nike commercial was true and that by having my red pants on I could do better. The bus flies by my stop, I keep running... huffing and puffing all the time thinking, he's going to see me, he's got to see me....I'm almost ready to give up when wait, is that bus begins to slow?...Victory...the bus is slowing...I'm going to catch the bus. Then out of the very butt of this bus comes a very unbecoming rumble, which works its way out with a crud VROOOM! VROOOM! Leaving me behind only to smell it awful after affect...How could he have missed me? I was a huge blob of dark cloths, springing blue, purple, and pink hair among a background of white powder. I was the proverbial firework in the night sky, the blinking slow down sign on the highway, the notice me billboard in the center of town. Someday these bus drivers are going to have to open there eyes and do some real bus driving. Tina

P.S. luckily my big sis hadn't left for work yet so I hitched a ride with her in the ever faithful blue angle of death.

Purple as a plum!

Winter break has been going extremely well. I have just enough to do that I don't get bored, yet enough time to get in some really good R&R. One very exciting change has been that I colored my hair purple! Yeah! I don't know why I decided I wanted purple hair, but one day it was a random thought... and then all of the sudden it was like an obsession. I couldn't get the idea of purple hair out of my head. So, I went to Sally's and tried to find the perfected hair color...and let me tell you if the help at Sally's could be measured in length, they would be in the negative. By the time I walked out of this special hair store I was more confused then when I had first walked in. Finally, thanks to my Rachel friend I was able to purchase the right color and just to make sure that my hair would turn purple I scheduled an appointment with a professional beautician. There I was getting my hair colored (I got to sit under one of those round head blow dryer things! First time...Very special!) and when she is finish it is purple, but more red than purple because I had my hair previously colored red. So after just two washes my hair is completely normal and I am 30 bucks poorer. So I sulk over Christmas and New Years just knowing that if only my hair had been truly purple life would be completely perfect. With the holiday's over I decide it is time to make my move. To first thing first I go and get my bleach kit... If the red wasn't going to work with me then I wasn't going to work with it. I set up my bleach kit and with my ever faithful Rachel friend I begin the bleaching process. One hour of burning, itching skull and at the end a mostly bleached head. My hair was still pretty orangey and some of the roots didn't get done. Of course the next day I had made plans with my friend Coral to go with her to her college. So there I was with like 5 different colors in my hair running around Iowa with my friend. Finally Saturday arrives and I was able to buy more bleach and that night again begin the ritual of burning my skull. With very pale hair the purple color is quickly applied. With all the roots perfectly color I only have 20 min to wait to see if the pain of the bleach had been enough for the evil red color to loosen it grip on my hair. With 20 min up I wash the color out and much to my delight and satisfaction my hair is the purplest purple a purple could get. So my story ends with the perfect purple hair ever! Tina