She bangs! She bangs!

I got my hair cut and colored today. The coloring part went phenomenally well. As my new hair boy was cutting my hair he said, "When was the last time you had bangs?" Uhhhh? Bangs? That was so circa 1994. I asked if he was making a recommendation and he said he thought it might be just what I needed. Might frame my face well. Might really bring out my eyes. Well, my eyes ARE my best feature so what was a girl to do? He said that he was doing an intense bang study and would continue to ponder. He whipped scissors and sheers out of his gun-belt-esque accessory. He cut, snipped, thinned, and (apparently) pondered. He asked just HOW long ago it had been and I told him I had bangs in high school and I think that was the last time. He made his plea and before I could fully commit to his suggestion my back was turned to the mirror and scissors darted to and fro in front of my eyes. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I could see all the hair resting on the twins. When he was done, he slowly turned me around and...gulp. I look like a 12 year old girl.

So, yeah. Bangs. I am hoping that when I do my hair in the morning I can pull something off that makes me a little more ok with them. In the meantime, I was watching the grammy's tonight (sort of) and THIS commercial came on. Coincidence? I think not! Good times. You know I can't go to the gym looking like this. I can't work out and sweat with bangs. All hair must be pulled back and away from my face. This just won't do. I guess I can't go to the gym. Ah. Drats. She bangs, but more like William Hung than Ricky Martin.

What I do when I do what I do

Thank you to those of you that welcomed me back to the fold with no judgement. Ah hell, thanks to those that welcomed me back WITH judgement. I'll take what I can get.

Since I have no witty weight loss wisdom to spew I thought I'd show you what it is I've been working on today for school. We have a series project in one of my classes. It can be three posters, three ads, three gift cards, a mixture of things. I opted to do a wedding package (invite, rsvp, save the date, etc). I'm not sure just how many pieces mine is going to have...what with me being an over achiever and all, but it only HAS to have three. This is one of the versions of the invite. I have two of my classmates getting married just for shits and giggles.


I've also been working on a group project. I hate group projects. They are designed to see just how long it takes an over achiever to stab a slacker. I am the over achiever and I almost punched the slacker in the neck. He went AWOL for days and hasn't been meeting his deadlines. The whole stupid thing is due on Monday. It's really stressing me out. I some how became the leader of the pack which means most of the pressure is on me to get everyone to give me their stuff. Lesson learned. Let some other ass hat take the lead. Hate. Passionately.

Soooo, that's all I have. Boring, I know...but my life is consumed by fonts, eyeflow, symmetry, hierarchy, and other graphic design related nonsense. OK. OK. I love it desperately, but I'm really ready to be done with the school portion and move on to the work phase of my passion.

Graphic Design made me its bitch...again.

I'm sorry. I suck. Last term was the end all be all of stressful terms. Now I have started Winter term and it should be tamer. I clearly don't love you (or me) the way I do Graphic Design. My clothes were fitting better by the end of the term, now they are not. I don't know what that means as far as numbers because I only weigh in at the gym. Oddly, I can't weigh in at the gym if I never go. Kinda like I can't win the lottery if I never buy a ticket. I'm lame; it's true.

I took the reins, deleted Insertnamehere from my phone after telling him I never wanted to talk to him again, and think of him rarely. Awesome. I was a dating machine over the Christmas break so I've got THAT going for me. I'm working on the website for my freelance business (which will, as suggested by my instructor, have a blog as well...I think we know how well THAT will go). I am going to start scheduling blog time on my damn calendar just so that I can stop being such a slacker. It seems to be the most effective way for me not to completely go AWOL for months at a time. And, blogging keeps me honest(ish) when it comes to the diet. Imagine that.

So, to recap...I'm still in school and I'm still fat. I may or may not still be fierce, but we'll delve into that later. I hope you're all well and don't hate me. And let's not talk about that whole lose 100 pounds by 2010 thing, m'kay? m'kay.