My Last Semester?

Summer is gone and there is nothing I can do about it. Since I regularly describe my life through others’ words, I do believe that this quote aptly explains my last four months.

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life,” -Twain.                                                              

Yes those months were ideal, but alas they are over and I am in for a rude awakening. This semester is when I finally have to decide what I’m doing with my life. So far, my indecision has left me taking far too many classes that may never actually pay off. This week alone consists of me hauling my out of shape body to 10 + classes in hopes that I can choose five that I want to take. And that work load is on top of an internship and a part time job. Should be super…

In lieu of this class schedule from Hell, I think this will be my quote for the week.

“Let us advance and advance on Chaos and the Dark,” - Emerson.

Real pick me upper right? Ultimately, I know that all I can do is keep moving forward through the chaos until I find the light (Lora's definition of light: a career plan, a job I love, a rich husband, or stumbling upon a vast fortune).

Let’s just hope I can find that light before my hair gets any curler and I don’t dare leave the house. 

Hair Dye Strikes Again

Do you guys all remember the year long showing of Lora’s Technicolor Dreamhair?

If you don’t, here is a recap. I somehow manage to turn my hair red, purple, blue, and black…in one year. You would think that that vast experience in humiliation would have stopped me from ever trying again. But you know me, I’m no quitter.

False: I am a quitter. I have actually quit a lot of things: piano, violin, flute, basketball, volleyball, dating….

I guess a truer statement would be I don’t quit the things I should. In fact, I stubbornly refuse to quit the very things that are the worst for me.

Here is an example. I hate the show Dawson’s Creek. I am currently in season 6. Season 6! Do you know how many episodes I had to watch to get to that? A lot. And I hated every minute of it.

Anyhoo, I decided that my hair needed a little fall color to get me ready for the school year. I guess I should have been more specific. I was channeling fall in the sense of a rich brown color. Instead, I got a bright leafy orange.

Orange!

Now I shouldn’t be so dramatic. Technically it’s not completely orange. Technically, it’s only orange for the first few inches. Technically, it could be worse…but not by much.

It’s like I have a reverse melt. (Definition of Melt: Dark hair at the roots melting into a lighter shade towards the ends.)

Now before you start judging me for once again doing something stupid (this is directed to you mom), I actually consulted a professional. I guess I’m using ‘professional’ a little loosely; she was a saleswoman at Sally’s. BUT she did pick out my colors and promised a rich brown color and in the words of Pratt “And I believed her! I believed her!”

(Pratt was the unfortunate character on “Almost Heroes” that believed his straw women when she said it was ok to smoke. This resulted in her starting on fire and Pratt loosing the love of his life.)

Pratt and I have a lot in common

I guess the only great thing about this turn of events is I have now accomplished my 9th goal for this summer: Do something stupid.

Yay me!?

Also, I accomplished my 8^th goal: make my hair grow an inch. Unfortunately, only my left side fulfilled the goal and I ended up having to cut off my hard earned inch so my left side would match my much shorter right side. So let’s give three cheers to curly hair bobs!