what the heck just happened

sorry, another hair post

if you are bored of me talking about my hair, you're going to have a bad time reading this post. might as well quit and read something more interesting.

In the summer of 2011, I almost had long flowy hair. It was a great length, a few inches below my shoulder. I was aspiring to grow it out even longer but one fateful day last summer, my mom chopped it to the length of my chin. I was furious. I vowed to never let anyone screw up my hair again.

Lesson #1: Never let mom cut my hair

Fast forward to present time. Well I suppose history repeats itself because this summer I was finally well on my way to having "long" hair again when I decided a year of cultivating my locks merited a trim. So I called up a hair salon just for a minimal trim and some hair styling and WHADDYA know, they mess it up. The end result was layers so choppy my stylist literally had to ask another woman at the salon to fix it. Still not happy with the operation, I went home and tried to even out the layers myself.

Lesson # 2: Never try to fix your own hair, Angela

After a terrible disaster cutting my own hair, I rushed to Lloyd's hairstylist who has been cutting his hair for over 10 years (pause for awww). She finally fixed it. It looked good! Well as good as you can get after having two hair cut accidents within the week. But now I'm back at square one and will have to sit and wait and be patient for another year before I can finally join the long hair club.

So. I, Angela, do solemnly swear to let no one cut my hair (except for minor trimmings!) for an entire year. NO SNIP SNIP UNTIL JULY 6, 2013.

TL;DR: For as long as I can remember, I have wanted this hair:

So senior year of college, I started growing it out

2011 sometime spring. ALMOST LONG!

RUH ROH. Accidents happen. This is months after my mom "trimmed" my long hair. 

(Also, meet Janice she's one of the best friends I could ask for)

Vegas Summer 2012: Woohoo a year later and it's growing back nice and healthy! 

(And in case you haven't met lloyd, here he is!)

Today: Not what I expected after a "trim"

PS if you notice theres a tiny bit of red in there! dyed a chunk of it last week on impulse

So there you have it. ok ok, I'll stop posting narcissistic blogs about my hair for a while. Hopefully in a year roarim20 is still open for business and I'll be able to show the world that I have the self restraint to stay away from scissors for a year. See you next July folks!

got bangs yesterday

I wish my hair did this

and not this

One of those nights.

It's another one of those nights when I felt tired enough to pass out... but when the time came for me to fall asleep, sleep itself became ever so elusive.

So I just sits here. and rambles about my life- POETRY style

I call this one..... STUFF I'VE BEEN UP TO SINCE THE BEGINNING OF JUNE 2012

Just a few weeks ago my summer began

After fighting HIV for one year, I needed to tan.

So I hopped on a plane and landed in Vegas

To reunite with my wife- how happy it made us!

Through the next week, I played in my hood

Till the next thing I knew, I was on a trip to the woods..
I went with my sister, who's one heck of a baller
I heard her doggie once wore a gold collar.

In a "cabin" we feasted on nice marble tables

To prepare us the next day for mean mountain cables

The next day we rose at 3:30 AM

For a 16 mile hike that they call "half dome".

How painful this was, on 3 hours of REM

With no one to complain to (no service on phone).

We hung on for dear life, like in that movie Titanic

Especially on the cables- some of us panicked!

The next thing you know, we're eating some ice creams

And letting our bodies recover, the muscles and hemez.

The day after I came back, Dr. Lin hacked out two of my friends

Ever since then, the pain never ends.

Last week I had 32 teeth, and now I have 30

Where #1 and #32 used to hang, it is empty and dirty

I called up my pops, who came in a hurry

Like Lily sprinting, who fast and quite furry

He offered me attention and fatherly care

But since he's a doctor and my mouth hurt a lot, I just wanted some vicodin but he didn't give me any he just gave me normal over the counter Advil damnit

So to pass the time, I play with Lloyd's dog

But tell my parents I'm at the library looking at book catalogs

Sometimes Lily is not so smart and smells like poo

Good thing she knows tricks and she's not a dumb foo

In just a few weeks I'll be in Brazil

Have we planned anything yet? Not really, close to nil.

But I have no worries we will have planning calls

And I'm happy as long as we see Iguacu falls.

In just a few months I'll be in LA

(I hope I can climb there, or I'll forget how to belay!)

But first things first, tomorrow I'll be raising my paw

To fight my first speeding ticket in the court of law.

Well here you have it, my first published life's poem

I have so many thoughts, I don't know where to throw 'em.

I feel kind of sheepish, as I don't know who reads these

Except for Eleanor, who I should start charging fees.

HAHA. That was fun. Hope I can sleep now. PS I hate blogger formatting. will fix tomorrow.

went to the bathroom to get some nailclippers

ended up cutting my hair. need to get it fixed tomorrow.

meow >.< this is so me of me.

Truth

Ah, how it burns to know what you could be if you made yourself just a little less...

comfortable.

Every once in a while, I come face to face the greatest downfall of my being. I stifle my own potential.

Reading this really pissed me off.

"EDC reveler dies after fall from Strip hotel room"

TL;DR of the article: 22 year old girl attends EDC and takes some laced pills. She begins to panic and becomes paranoid that someone is stalking her, so her friends send back in a cab to the hotel. Alone. In the hotel room, she attempts to barricade the door and sends panicked facebook messages to her friends.

Her dead body was found the next morning. She had taken a 20 story fall from her circus circus hotel.

Reasons this whole fiasco pisses me off

1. Victim's friend makes the unabashed accusation that "EDC claims a friends life. I lost a dear friend this weekend." Most likely, the quoted friend's blame chart sounds like: EDC-->ecstasy-->innocent girl dies. Well, ain't that dumb. In no way does EDC condone drug use. Nevertheless, a large and stupid subpopulation of its attendees blindly consume MDMA without responsible discretion and then try to project blame on others for their own bad choices. 

2. Victim's friends sent victim back to her hotel alone in a cab, alone, knowing she was paranoid and tripping out. Some "friends".

3. One of the article comments linked to this reddit page. If this personal account true, the girl had taken MDMA at a previous festival and experienced the same paranoia. After going to a psychiatrist, who told her to lay off the drugs, she took them anyway.

4. Lastly, the title of this article. "EDC reveler"- really? A crass generalization that again, baselessly gives a great event a bad name.

Hearing this kind of shit gets me riled up. This is the quincentennial case of people who take a great thing and singlehandedly shit on it for the rest of us. Now I'm no a hardcore raver nor was I one of those bros chanting"I <3 EDC" on the strip last weekend. But I thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with my friends and listening to some good sets at EDC. Knowing that people attending the same event are out there creating unnecessary tragedies truly ruins the experience for the attendees and the event organizers.

About the drugs.

I am not a critic of substance users; I believe that the desire to experiment with substances is totally understandable and natural for some people. But you're a moron if you don't practice some personal accountability. Don't put something in your body unless you've done your research and have accepted the potential consequences. If you're going to try something new, know its source, what a dose is so you don't OD. If you've tried a substance that screwed up your mind or body WHY would you take it again. Taking a drug for its "cool" factor is getting really, really old.

Back at Cal, I had a really nice lab partner. He was good looking, charismatic, and very intelligent. He also loved partying. After not seeing him in years, I searched him on facebook and my jaw dropped when I found out he was in a coma. The fuck? Turns out he OD'd on drugs at a party, had a heart attack, and suffered irreversible brain damage.

There is a redeeming yet bittersweet part to the story. It's been two years since the incident, but the boy's heartbroken mom has been faithfully updating the world on her thoughts and her son's condition as she stayed by his side. She even inserts kitty posts, probably for some emotional solace. Recent updates I've copied and pasted from his FB timeline:

-After weeks of doing increasingly well, following commands better, reading flash cards, and generally showing some more brain function, ____ suffered a seizure this afternoon. It lasted about 4 minutes. He has been off the anti-seizure medication for about a month or so and I dread putting him back on it because it slows brain function. We will see what the neurologist says tomorrow.

-News, news, and mews. Layla the cat has been released from the bathtub, having used her litter box appropriately. She is now the denizen of my home office, which is a much larger space, although still a confined area. She seems to need confinement and solitude, although she enjoys visits from her humans. Not so much from Zelda, who has enough energy to drive poor Layla nuts.

-It has been a very difficult couple of weeks. I removed the cap from the trach because I couldn't stand to hear him moan. He immediately fell asleep and stayed asleep for two days. He has been sleeping quite a bit because he was totally worn out from spending all his efforts just breathing.

-I don't know what we are going to do about the trach, but it has to come out so he can learn to speak. I am at a loss as to how to accomplish this goal without going backwards a full year and beginning the capping process all over again. Truthfully, I don't know that I have another year in me. I remember that I was once a fun, carefree person, but I no longer can really remember what that felt like. They say that a mother is only as happy as her most unhappy child, so that could be part of the problem. 

I can't even begin to imagine the toll this has taken on the boy, nor the amount of regret that he must feel to have placed his loved ones in this position.

No roll is worth this shit.