Despite all Logic

I’ve been meaning to post this, so excited!

My first Huffington Post article! 

I plan on writing more as time allows. School starts back up next week. With five classes and 17 books, I’m a little intimidated to say the least.

Two more quarters to go until I have my bachelors! Can’t wait!

It’s that time of year again. No, I’m not talking about Christmas, but rather, the brand of awfulness that Christmas attracts…

Honestly, How did this even become a thing?

I do not enjoy baking. I do, however, enjoy chocolate chip cookies. Something about the cold that makes me want to spend time in the kitchen devising culinary treats that warm both body and soul.

I’m making this sound far more fancy than it really is.

Last night I dreamed I went into the bathroom, picked up a lighter and my hairbrush and proceeded to burn the hair off on the side of my head. I then casually threw my remaining hair up into pigtails and exited the bathroom.

WTF? I casually exited the bathroom?

My subconscious apparently doesn’t know me at all.

Perhaps it has completely forgotten about the time that I accidentally shaved my eyebrow in half, resulting in a meltdown that involved about a hundred different eyeliner pencils and the contemplation of gluing dyed bits of cotton ball to my face to fill in the gaps. It wasn’t pretty.

Or maybe that time that I got overly ambitious and immediately regretful over some freakishly red lip stain. The more I tried to remove it, the worse it got. Things went from “Wow, that’s really red” to “Oh God, I look like the Joker after a couple dozen cherry Otter Pops” within seconds. Long story short, I ended up spending much of my afternoon that day, slathered in shame and ruby lips stain, scrubbing the epidermis off of my face.