You know, life.

My counselor doesn’t want me to be medicated. IMPROVEMENT! I like to think that I’m plenty high functioning anyway.

The beginning of this week sucked. I mean, super sucked. But it’s getting better. I’m finally getting used to the bus schedule. The work load of block 1 isn’t as scary as it was on the first day. The people in my classes are cool. Corey finally follows me and now I can sexually harass him on another social media site.

Ya know, good stuff. My schedule feels completely full, but it’s not that many hours, just a lot of responsibility. Coffee has been my best friend this week. I’m looking forward to being more social this semester. Though it’s coming upon the one year anniversary of the dark days, I’m just realizing that it’s okay to be sad. It just means that I was fortunate enough to have known those two amazing people. That being said, I now know who I should surround myself with. I have the best support system ever, so I have no excuse for not being the best person I can.

I just ordered curlformers. Hopefully they work well. They will be the deciding factor on what I do with my hair. Either way, perms can suck my big toe. But loose hair or dreadlocks? I guess we’ll find out.

and not because they look cool. For practical reasons.

Such as?

• Well, I hate doing my hair. Hate it. Always have. This is why I often wear hats or just look homeless from the forehead up.
• Salons are stupid. I’ve never left a salon with a hairstyle I liked.
• I never wanted a relaxer. My mother told me that I could either get a relaxer or shave my head, and here we are now. Reason #453 I will never be close to my mother. I haven’t even been relaxing my hair since April. Also, who can afford all those hair products my multi-racial hair “requires”? Not I, said the me.
• Having natural hair is hard. Especially when you don’t know how to deal with it. Seeing as my hair is two different textures, I want to shoot myself in the foot at least once a week. Then something worse will be happening to me other than the monstrosity that is my hairstyle.
• More upkeep than styling. If I want to roll out of bed and go to class, dreadlocks will add ease to my mornings, and we all know how much of a toddler I can be in the morning. Simply put, it would fit my lifestyle.
• Eventually, I will look badass.

Thoughts?

I spent hours doing my hair on Friday and now it has decided to look terrible.

Thanks hair.

Oh well, now I have an excuse to use my new hair products!

But I really need to learn how to sleep with hairstyles. I’m the worst black person ever.

My hair has been straight for a week. No me gusta.

Come on, Anthony let’s get this over with.

I freaking love my hair. It’s so unruly and never stays where it’s supposed to, preventing it from looking like anyone else’s. When I was little it was long and curly. And I mean curly. It used to take my mom hours to comb it out. But it wasn’t like cute and pretty curls, it was like…it was like trying to comb out dreadlocks. So madre made me get a perm, annnnndddd I hated it. Why? BECAUSE EVERY BLACK GIRL IN AMERICA HAS ONE AND HALF OF THEM LOOK RATCHET! That’s why.

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