I've been listening to a lot of pop-punk recently. Blink 182, New Found Glory, MXPX, Sum 41, Rufio. Basically, everything I listened to when I was growing up. Back in Hawaii, I would dye my hair all the time. Red, blue, bleach blonde, highlights, you name it. My hair should have caught on fire at some point with how many box chemicals I drenched my hair in. I think it was around 16 when I decided to stop coloring my hair. I decided this week that it was time to have fun with it again after 14 years.
Silver gray. My dreams of looking like Anderson Cooper are closer to being actualized.
This week, I turned 29. This is my last year in my 20's. I called my cousin a few days ago and I remember saying "I can accept that my 20's were spent in call centers, but there is no way in hell I will spend any of my 30's in a call center." The next year will be spent preparing for the following decade. I'm genuinely ecstatic to get into my 30's. I have a lot of life lessons provided by the youthful vigor that my 20's offered, but jeez was I all over the place. Still am. But at least I can recognize now that my life is heading in the right direction.
I honestly don't have much to update today. It's an hour past my normal bedtime. I'm going to catch up on sleep.