BREAKING NEWS, and granola people.

it's not you. it's me. i just didn't have time to put into this relationship for awhile. i had to focus on me, okay? it wasn't anything you did. no, don't cry, google blogger. there there.

new things are happening here. and i am very excited about them.
after a two hour blogging bootcamp, mallory has rescued me from the stone age and i am now a blogger from the 21st century. i even have a flickr account. *i know, i know*

did you notice my new header? isn't she pretty?

basically life got in the way like it always does and i am lazy. but i will try to keep this going this time.

this has been my life:
school
work
school
hair at home
sleep
food
school
work

but this past week was spring break which brought a much needed break from reality.
mom and myself went to asheville for a three day getaway, a spa day, and frolicking downtown, which was filled with weird granola people. (you know, earthy tree hugging, dreadlocking, shower opposed granola people.)

extra crunchy granola people.
granola men who tell your mother "oh my gosh you're adorable" while they are carrying an unidentifiable large bag, which could easily fit your mother's and your lifeless bodies as creepy granola man takes you back to his granola hut and then buries you in his illegal plant garden.

this is not to say men are not allowed to hand out compliments, but they most certainly are not allowed to dole out compliments like that while you are trying to locate your car that is parked on a street which you can't remember after the sun has already set and you are already questioning the street musicians that are prowling on the sidewalks.

i think my new rule of thumb is as followed:

     if he's carrying a bag that he could stuff you into and
     tries to talk to you, pull the pepper spray out of your cross body bag.
     immediately.

i could write paragraphs on how stupid i think it is that men think they have this right to say these sorts of things to us, but then i would seem sexist (probably only partially true) and people would be angry. basically, men need to back off. stop the yelling, stop the whistling. take your body bags and get off the streets.

in other other news: remember that tattoo post i said i would hopefully have in a few months. well. i did it. i got my first one. and i am in love with it and planning the next seven that i want.
its true. they're addicting.

so, i suppose that's all i've got for today. 

expect more hair posts, outfits of the day, my views on life, and so on.

with love, and new ink.

-lys