Great hair makes the person

There are days when I hate my hair.. and there are days when I absolutely love it! Well today was one of those great days. I started off with going to have it trimmed by my aunt. She is the best hairstylist ever and my mom and I only have our hair done by her. Not only did I get my hair trimmed.. I got it dyed! Now the first time I ever dyed my hair.. I bleached it (myself) and added blue color. It turned out ok too. Most of it was the normal browny color but there was alot that was blondish... and everything else was blue. It was quite beautiful indeed. After like a month or two.. the blue faded out and left it green. Now I'm all kewl with the green but my friend thought that recoloring it might help. So we took the top main section and dyed it blue. We left the color in for like two hours. When I got home to wash it out I was so afraid all my hair was going to fall out. But it didn't. Instead, it left my hair with a wonderful bright cyan blue color! Again after a month or so it faded to a green. But now my hair was a whole crayon box of colors. My hair was brown (the orig. color), blonde, blue, gree, gold, and silver. Yep.. thats right. i said silver and gold. lol I lived with my rainbow hair for the beginning of summer and decided it was time to do something with the rat nest. So my aunt fixed it. She trimmed it and dyed it. No I didn't go back to blue or green or brown. I went for black (most people think my hair is naturally black, but its actually brown). It took like 45 mins to set but once it was cut and dryed and brushed... I had never been so happy with my hair! I looked absolutely amazing! When I looked at myself I couldn't believe how great the black hair looked on me. I almost felt like Cher!! hahaha. Yeah I am so gorgeous. Now all I need is a gorgeous guy to tag along while I take over the world.

Baking Cakes

One thing that will make you feel really stupid and inept.....
I love to bake. I'm not the greatest baker in the worl, but I do tend to make some pretty good stuff everyonce in a while. So for special occasions I make cakes, cookies, or candy for my family and friends. For Father's Day I decided to make my dad a cake. It followed the directions on the box exactly and did everything I was supposed to. So I got the cake all set up and all pretty. After I finished frosting it I set it in the glass cake container and waited for dad to come home. When we all came to see the cake I had made I couldn't believe it! The cake broke! It was cracked in the middle and split into three large pieces! My beautiful cake, ruined! Well my dad doesnt care. As long as it's cake and from me.. he's happy. So I'm telling my friend Derek about this right.. and he's planning on being a chef. He asks how I made it and all that thinking I did it from scratch. And I'm like.. uhh.. it was a box cake. He sort of stops for a second and looks at me. Then he starts to laugh and proclaims.. "You know.. those things are pretty much idiot proof." Yeah.......... so I made another one yesterday just for the heck of it. And still.. it broke. I don't know why... they just break! This doesn't mean I'm an idiot.. does it?

Feeling ever so Lonely

Ok... there is so much going on around here. My best friend Samantha just got married, my brother is getting married, Poe has a girlfriend (that is a whole other issue), Eric is asking some girl out tonight, and well here I am. Spending another evening sitting on the computer alone. Sure church was fun, it always is. But typically on Wednesdays me and the boys head over to Poe's for Poe Mom Food and Star Trek. Everything is changing and I sort of feel left behind. If this girl says yes to Eric.. I'll be the only one in our "group" without a significant other. All the boys will have girlfriends and I will be alone. I'm happy that they all have some one, but what about me! When we go to hang out and the g/fs come along too who am I supposed to bring? Anyways... I don't know what it is with me. My brother thinks that I shouldn't worry about dating and just have friends and be friends. I know he's right, but there is still a part of me that doesn't like being lonely. Seriously! I'm like 19 years old and never had a real boyfriend. People ask me all the time..."What's up with that?" And I'm like.. "I've been asking myself that for years!!" Is there truely something wrong with me? I doubt it. I'm a beautiful, bright, talented, christian girl. Some guys have told me its probably because I won't have sex or something like that. But when I think about it.. the guys I've wanted to date.. we don't even get that far in conversation for that to be the reason. Looking back through some of my old photo albums, I'm sorry to say... but I was ugly and fat! I mean yeah I was. And anyone who wants to think otherwise, can. But I've seen the pics for myself. But now. I'm not like that anymore. And I'm just as sweet as ever and etc etc. I don't know. Maybe the Lord is just saving me and keeping me in his personal little sack waiting for the perfect guy to come along and then he'll release me. He wants to save me from all the sin and hurt in this world so that I'll be happy. But waiting here in this sack is hard! You know.. He may be wanting to protect me.. but doesn't He realize that I'm hurting at the same time because of it. Plus, there seems to be no airholes of anykind and rarely do I see the sun shine through. I mean throw me a bone everyonce in a while here. And what if no guy ever comes? What then? Am I doomed to wander the earth alone for ever?

A New Cutie to Adore

I was really dreading my new spanish class. Not that the last one was so horrible or anything. It's just that I am so nervous and new people really freak me out. I have the tendency to just sort of close up and not want to socialize. In most classes it works really well and I don't have to worry about it. But I can't do that during Spanish because the teachers insist on interaction and practice with speaking spanish. Oh come on! A spanish class where you have to actuall speak spanish.. go figure! lol. Anyways... there are a few people who I know in there, well I don't "know" them.. but they were in my last class already. It is a pretty big class too. So far the class has been ok. The teacher is nice and does an alright job of teaching. Though I do prefer our last teacher. Anyways... as I sat there in class I started to observe the guys, of course! Most are just guys.. nothing special about them at all. A couple are sort of cute, but nothing worthy of me. Then there he was. hehehe. He is a cutie!! His name is Jeremy. He sits on the other side of the class but b/c of how our room is set up his side is facing my side. So I get to look at him all day long! He has a most interesting face. He has spikeyish hair and I'm not quite sure of the color. I think its dark brown but for some reason, I keep wanting to say it has a hint of red in it. The clothes he tends to wear are a t-shirt and some short (those long skater kind). Yay!! A punky skatery guy! His body type isn't thin but he isn't fat either. He's just right. Cuddly adorable! Plus, he seems to understand the Spanish as well. So not only is he cute, he's smart. Yay! Now all I have to do is get the courage up to ask him out. I hope he doesn't have a girlfriend and isn't with anyone. Oh... the anticipation!

One Thing After the Other

Right...... so last night I had my first car wreck. Yep.. you read me right. My first car wreck. Nothing too serious, Thank God, but a car wreck is never a good thing. Of course the evening and day in general started off good, I don't know quite what happened. I woke up as usual and got ready for church. Half anticipating and Half Dreading, I was planning on going to the Pentecostal Church. So I went. As always.. Bro. Michael's bible class was awesome. He is such a good teacher and I always learn so much. The worship was alright too.. but I sat by myself that morning. What do I expect? I hadn't been there in months. But to my amazement my friend Julie Edwards, from highschool, was there. We chatted and she convinced me to come back to the night service. Lunch was alright with Sam, Mom, and Kelly and then I took a nap. Then off again to church. Sundays are by far the most and best worship and services. They are always so filled with fun and goodness. Hehehe. You know what I mean. Anyways.. we just had a great time in the Lord. Afterwards the youth people all went out to eat. Not quite sure if I should go.. I decided I would. I figured since Julie was there it would be good and Ryan (Bro Michael's Son i.e Samanthas Cousin) also was talking to me so I figured I wouldn't be too bored. And out of all the times that I ever went out with the Pentecostal Youth for dinner.. it was the most fun. I actually talked and joined in the conversation. Yay! I really started to feel welcome and like I belonged. Once we left.. that is when it all happened.
I was following Julie down Rufe Snow (a road that leads to our neighboorhood, we live like two blocks away from each other) and it had started to rain. I've been driving for a while so I didn't let it phase me and so I just putzed down the road in no big hurry. The problem with Rufe Snow is that it has had construction on it for as long as I've lived here in Texas (about 10 yrs or so). There are cones and big orange things everywhere and you can't tell where the lanes are etc etc. The next thing we know the truck in front of Julie just stops! It looked like he was going to turn, but he doesn't! He just stops in the middle of the road. Julie didn't want to hit him but there was no where else for he to go. She smashed into him. It's sort of strange when disasters or accidents happen. Say you drop a glass. It doesn't just happen! Everything seems to slow down and runs in slow-mo. That is the way it was when I saw Julie hit the truck. And it continued as I slammed on my brakes. My tired squeeled and instead of feeling the car stop like normal, it just kept going! I hydroed right into her back. Then the slow-mo stopped and reality slammed back into place. Julie and I pulled over into a parking lot but the truck she hit just kept going and never came back. It didn't really matter. We were both o.k. I immediately called my dad and Julie called the police. Then she called her dad and called Bro. Shane. I was amazed at how calm my dad was. Usually when something happend he goes balistick and freaks out. He didn't even yell at me! He just made sure I was o.k. and asked what happened. Well...The driver side of her car was ripped apart and her hood was badly bent. My front hood was slightly dented and some of the paint scratched off. The only damage done to her bumper was some paint scratches from underneath that you couldn't even see so her father said he wouldn't worry about it and I wouldn't have to pay for it. So we are both fine except for being a little wigged out and we are going to be able to take care of the damage. We even have plans to get together this week and hang out. I'm glad that my first accident was something disasterous and I'm glad that my dad was kewl about it. Thank you Jesus for watching over us last night.
P.S. One of the best news about last night! Aaron.. the guy I have been in love with for like two years, he is the most beautiful and gorgeous person that the Lord has ever created, well.. He's single once again. Oh yeah! That's right. He's single! Go me!!