I think Im going to be grey by the time I turn 25. Watching a friend get her hair cut this past weekend I spotted a grey hair. And yes of course I told her. She is 25 1/2. Yes that half is important. Think of all the crap you've done in the past 6 months, compared to the next 6 mo.!
This grey thing isn't bad because it's grey. It can absolutely look gorgeous, and sometimes sexy on certain people. Its bad because its circumstantial upon the amount of unwarranted stress in this way too easy life of mine. I mean, why do i have reason to freak out? Im not living on the streets addicted to heroin. I don't know why that popped into my head.
This hair cut happened in Portland, Oregon. Home of all things green, no sales tax, and the freshest air Ive breathed in awhile (accept in or around public places, including bars, let me just say, aughhhhh!!!!!). The fact that ive visited Portland twice in 2 months kinda bums me out. I much would have rather spent that $230 ticket on a flight to Colorado (a place Ive never been) to go skiing, drink cocoa with Baileys, and soak in a hot tub surrounded by snow. Instead, I was sharing a twin bed in a hostel, eating way too much bar food, and didn't shower for three days.
Hostels are interesting places, where completely different rules apply. I woke up at around 3am to go pee and there were people sleeping everywhere. On the stairs, on the floor, on a small 70's style upholstered chair. There where tents in the backyard and some dude making pancakes. The sign read all you can eat for a $1. The hostel reminds me exactly of what it was like waking up groggy the next morning to the aftermath of an enormous house party.
Portland was a great time and I did enjoy my vacation away from the city. I hope it rejuvenated me enough for the upcoming Halloween festivities. Im going as a Sailor in the Navy, and am genuinely looking forward to wearing my ugly golden velvet pants.