January 12, 2004 :: 11:33 p.m.
all that and a bag of chips
My friends... never underestimate the pick-me-up power of a good haircut. Seriously. I got a good 4 inches of hair lopped off this afternoon, and now I'm all perky. My hair shorter than it's ever been, mid-neck at the longest point, with shorter layers. I'm so cute now. I love it. And the orange has mellowed into a nice shade of red that actually looks really nice with this cut, so that worked out as well. Hopefully I can maintain it at its current level of cuteness rather than letting it grow out too long and then getting half of it chopped off four months from now. I'm very bad about hair maintenance, unfortunately.
But really, I'm giddy. I know it may be a little strange to get so excited about a haircut, but dammit, I'm not exactly known for my sky-high self-esteem. And if a haircut can make me say, "Wow, I look really cute," and actually mean it, then a haircut is my muthafuckin' messiah.
So I did get myself registered for two classes this semester - Drawing II and Creative Writing II. Both night classes, Monday for 4 hours and Thursday for 3 hours respectively. Yes, the idea of a 4-hour class makes me want to run away screaming with my hands over my face, but I don't really have a choice. And it's with my former 3D prof, who is actually a really cool guy, so maybe it won't be so bad. I'm glad he's teaching one of the Drawing II classes this time around; the only other person doing them is Professor McFlighty, who I had for Drawing I, and I would rather gouge my eyes out with a grapefruit spoon than spend 4 hours cooped up in a room with her crazy ass. Creative Writing is just for me, because I love it. It's nice to be good at something. And it's even nicer to be recognized for it, which I get both from Prof Wallace and from my classmates. The comments he gave back with the last story I handed in make me smile every time I read them:
"I found this a really remarkable story, remarkable in its imaginative treatment, in is creation of a special 'world' of new characters. It reminded me of the Harry Potter writer at her best, in your descriptions and first class freshly-expressed details.... In fact, your success was so great in the 6 pages of the story that I began to think the story of Night was worth a whole novella or even a novel.... I'm convinced that a successful close to this story will make it readily publishable - one of the more delightful children's stories to appear in a long time."
Of course, there was also stuff to fix and change, and the last comment refers to the fact that it wasn't actually finished when I turned it in, but DUDE. If I did not so thoroughly dislike myself to begin with, my head would swell up like a balloon and carry me away. So you can see why I want to continue on in this subject.
And to continue with the horn-tooting, I received a little certificate in the mail today from HACC commending me for making Dean's list. No big, really, since I've made Dean's list all three semesters I've been enrolled in college with very little actual effort, but it made my mom happy. And that's always a good thing. Adam made it this last semester as well, so right now we're just two of the smartest, cutest people in Central Pennsylvania. Go us.
Man, this has been quite out of character thus far, hasn't it? "I'm cute, I'm smart, I'm the next J.K. Rowling." Really? No. I am sort of cute with the new haircut. I'm not stupid. And I can write better than most. But I'm still not pretty (definitely not what anyone would call "hot"), I'm not a genius, and I'm certainly not the next J.K. Rowling. But it's nice to have some confidence once in a while, you know?
Yeah, whatever Amanda. Get on with it.
You know you have too much music on your computer when people are uploading things from you in [insert file-sharing program of your choice) that you don't even recognize. I just saw that someone is uploading a song from me that I had no idea I even had. I don't think I've ever even listened to it. That's some sad shit, right there. And a logical person would think that I'd go through and delete said material, since I never, ever listen to it, but fortunately I am not such a logical person. Or unfortunately, I suppose. It's like I'm totally immune to logic, doomed instead to stumble around my little world of figure-eight reasoning forevermore. Alas.
Well, kids, I think it's time for me to go knit some more on the striped scarf I started last night. And while I knit, I will most probably watch an episode of Joan of Arcadia and continue my giddiness. Because that's a damn fine evening, if you ask me.
Ciao.
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