the ups and downs of a summer-schooling-baking-enthusiast.

working at a gourmet bake shop really does have its perks. 

for example: days like today.

when i'm feeling hopeless about my summer stats class,

lost in the depths, and sobbing over a more-than-likely failed quiz that i could have sworn i was prepared for.

or when i'm feeling self-conscious about my newly chopped hair that keeps being ugly and uncontrollable and loser-ish.

or when i realize the remainder of my gloomy day will be spent deep cleaning my apartment bathroom.

on days like today, 

i typically find myself heading towards the sweet tooth fairy.

so what if i already ate one at work early this morning?

hey strawberry shortcake,

GET IN MY BELLY.

and you know what? 

i'm saving this little guy for later.

or not. whatever.

also my hair looked like this earlier this week. 

..and also a salad.

i think i'm gonna cool it with the hair shit for a while.

xoxo.

there's something you should know about me.

it's something i recently realized, myself.

i'm impulsive.

a do-er.

the majority of my thinking occurs after making a decision.

good things come to those who wait?

no. good things come now.

and if they don't come now i will make them come now.

exhibit a:

i'm standing in the hair dye section of smith's marketplace, reaching for my usual color of light coffee brown, and.. what's this? my hand grabs red dye and walks away.

exhibit b:

horrible week. hmm.. what could possibly make me feel better... ice cream? browines? shopping?

how about a few more piercings, gauged earlobes, and new tattoo?

 sounds about right.

exhibit c:

sitting at home, reading a a magazine that says people with fine hair look nice with chin length hair. 

hey kitchen shears, let's hang out for a minute.

see what i mean?

happy sunday!

xoxo.

sixty-one keys just doesn't cut it these days.

it's reoccurring moments like these that make me wish i had never let my parents sell my white yamaha piano, and that i had practiced willingly and adamantly.

(my mom gave me a dollar every time i practiced and i still complained...what was my deal?)

because now,

learning pieces like this by ear and incorrect scores is nearly impossible,

and i'm never fully able to work through the most difficult portions.

years ago,

this would have been easy-peezie.

however, this is no longer the case.

here i sit, a keyboard on my bed and nothing to work with but an insufficient number of sixty-one keys compared to the eighty-eight necessary,

a printed out and an incredibly flawed sample score,

and youtube tutorials that may or may not be of any assistance.

quite frankly,

it's a struggle.

i sure hope i can power through the beautiful ballad.

xoxo.