I thought blondes had more fun....

Because of a crazy glitch in my mind, I had decided to go from my very dark hair to this unrecognizable blonde.

I will be going back to my original hair color because this blonde had nothing to offer me.  Yes, I know, it seems very trivial.  But like I told the woman who got to lighten my hair for the first time, I saw it as a catalyst for some kind of change.  

I definitely felt different about how I looked.  I was having giggle fits every time I looked in the mirror.  Obviously because I wasn't used to what I saw.  I liked it. I enjoyed the change for a while.  Ultimately, though, it did not bring any significant change or feeling that this was a whole new life or anything of the sort.  

In the end, it was just something I wanted to try.  In the end, it was damage to my hair.The novelty has worn off, and I am ready to bring back who I am. 

No, my dark hair does not define me.  But I definitely prefer not trying to change nature.

When your world crumbles...

It feels like your entire world has fallen.  Like that scene from 300, where the 300 men saw how detroyed the city or town was.  Nothing but rubble and decay.  Or just picture any post-apocalyptic image.

We feel like retreating into ourselves.  Or being wreckless, being self-destructive maybe, because nothing seems to matter anymore.  "Be strong." is not good enough advice.  How do you find strength when you feel like you're at an all-time low, where nothing seems right in your life?

(When I say "we," I mean "I," but hey I'm sure I'm not the only one that thinks or has thought this way)

No, it isn't about finding God.  I'm sorry for those who will feel offended.  To me, it's not the way to go.  Maybe there is one, and this pain I'm going through is a punishment for being a non-believer, but I digress.

We often forget about the people that are around us.  Those  who know you are going through pain, and are doing their utmost to get you out of that funk.  Friends and family.  We think that the world is over, that there is no escaping this heartache.  But we forget that our world includes more than that one person that we lost or hurt us.  I'm only human, so at the moment, I'm in the mindset that for now my world is in shambles, but I know that I can count on the people around me to help rebuild what has been destroyed, or help me see that my world never fell at all.

This is a first...maybe.

This is my first blog post....maybe.  A long time ago, before MySpace, there was a website called Xanga.  I never really understood what that was all about, but now I guess you can call it a blog.  Everybody was doing it.
After MySpace, we all left that.  And now there's Facebook.  But I'm not going to talk about that.

So, here I go reaquainting myself with a blog.

Warning: My life is not exciting.  I do not travel to exotic places.  I do not have an adrenaline pumping job.

I would like to think that I have interesting views on life though,--however radical they may seem to other people.  I will attempt to write about my view on different.....things...
I will also attempt to not fall into the "my life is so miserable."  It's not, but sometimes it gets tough, like so many other people's lives.

But I have seen that sometimes, what you can say can affect other people's lives; you can change someone's opinion; and some people do care about what you have to say.  No matter if you're just a stranger.

I would like to dedicate this first blog to Kandee Johnson, who is not only one of the best make-up artists, but she is also the kind of person I aspire to be.  She has motivated me to start this blog, and to say what I want to say.  The main reason of writing this blog is to write because that is what I love to do.  I dream of being a journalist.  Maybe of writing my own book someday and having it published.  Thank you Kandee, for motivating me to follow my dream.

Here goes nothing.