To Bob or not to Bob?

I'm considering chopping off my hair...which is a big deal for me. The last time I had short hair was in preschool when I hacked it all off when my mom unwisely left me home with my dad.
My hair is currently chest length, so it would be a big change.

(I've been Googling for hours and finally found some good examples of what I would want. Apparently it's hard to find a good quality photo these days.)

Introducing the
Inverted, Angled Bob
This modern take on the bob is a short, angled cut with a front longer than the back.

My plan, if I go through with it, is to get it cut with the longest part being a few inches just below my chin in the front.

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The next question is;
blunt STRAIGHT ACROSS bangs
or
SIDE bangs?
I currently have very full bangs, so it's just a matter of how they're being added into the equation.
I think I'm going to start off with straight across because that's what I already have, then when they start growing out, see what I like.


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Side swept bangs
It'd be a Hayden meets Carrie.

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Another thought; should I DONATE IT?
My hair is long, red & naturally curly- so I'm guessing someone probably would want it...

"Ahh, my brownie is on fire!"

October 12, 2009

"The microwave and I are suppose to be friends."

In the small amount of time that I was freaking out about whether to create a blog or not and attempting to soften a hard brownie, somehow I managed to fill my apartment full of smoke...

I made brownies yesterday (side note: I think it was the first time I've used our oven since I moved in) to take to my "FHE brothers" so I could meet the 2 that I haven't met yet, even though it's been over a month since school started. (They are engaged though-so they might as well not exist...) I, being the genius that I am, forgot to cover the brownies before I went to bed and did not remember until I was in class this morning kicking myself. Tonight Bethany, realized my folly and attempted to salvage them by hacking them to death with a spatula. (Oh, excuse me, a 'turner' as they're properly called-my cooking class made me realize I've been living a lie.)
Since my attention was drawn to the brownies, I HAD to eat one. Sadly, they were not very soft so I decided to put mine in the microwave to try and soften it. I left the kitchen area for a few moments, probably to watch part of an engagement video (yes, I have a problem. I love cute couple pictures and anything similar. But an engagemnt VIDEO?! I didn't even know those existed! It was so adorable, I must get one when I get married!) with my roommate Whitney.
When I returned to the kitchen I was greeted by a microwave full of smoke! I opened the microwave door and the smoke poured out while I shouted idiotic things like "my brownie is on fire!" The entire apartment instantly smelled like burning popcorn or something similarly foul and my roommates (and my roommate's boyfriend, aka my extra roommate) realized something was amiss. The brownie was bubbling from within and continued smoking for quite some time. We flung open the front door and a window to let the smoke escape, in fear that the fire alarm was going to go off. Luckily, it didn't. That would've been horrible and hilarious if it had though.
In the end, my brownie wasn't even any better tasting.

Bzzzzzz...

"Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it, so it goes on flying anyway." -Mary Kay Ash

I have been very hesitant to create a blog for a few reasons. First, because I wasn't sure why I should bother creating one and having it as yet another time devourer. The other was because I was afraid I wouldn't truly express myself because I would think other people would read what I said. I have gone against my previous thinking and having decided to open my soul up to the world. But only some of it. Just because you can look this up on the internet doesn't mean you somehow have earned the privilege of getting to know everything that goes on in my crazy mind.

I've decided that this blog is going to be any random nonsense that I feel inclined to mention. If you don't like it, too bad. But I hope you do! I personally don't think my life is that boring...and even if it is, there is always something interesting to write about-so you'll never know. Be forewarned, I go off on random tangents all the time and I like it that way.

Hopefully reading this can add some spice, humor or (heaven forebid) wisdom to your own life.

My blog is called bumble for a reason-don't worry I didn't just pick the first word that came to my head. In Greek Melissa means 'Honey Bee.' I also like to think that if I was an animal I would be a bee because I'm always busy. Because of this my little sister Monica has bestowed the title Bumble to me. So why shouldn't my place for my thoughts be named accordingly too?