well I guess what I’m trying to say is…

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You’ve held me down from day 1! and I mean that literally. For 19 whole years I’ve known you and everyday you’re brand new to me. I remember you waking up (against your will I know) to make my morning milo and when you would do “magic” tricks and make things disappear. Or the time when you told me I could have one wish on my birthday and that wish came true. Or all the times you would make me laugh when I was sick and when you would help me with my homework.

There were the times you would yell at me for being a little brat and all the times you would encourage me when I was too busy being a brat to believe in myself. But you know what’s really cool? all the friday night arguments and watching Girlfriends and Friends and Love and Hip Hop(don’t judge us) together. All the inside jokes, the made up songs, disturbing W and eating things we shouldn’t eat.

I guess what I’m trying to say is you’re the most special sister I could ever ask for. You’re beautiful, intelligent and for some reason you always know what to do (I know you’re laughing and saying “no I don’t” pfft). You’re charming, classy, goofy and lovable. So before this sister apprecation rant goes on forever and then I start bawling uncontrollably cause you’re so stinkin’ awesome…Happy Birthday! And I’m not just saying that in the regular “oh happy birthday slugger!” way, I mean have a truly happy birthday. Channel your inner Ms. Pearl and smile till your cheeks hurt. Laugh with useless abandon, well, cause you can! I love you more than words could explain. You rock!

love,

Downy extra fresh 😀

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Random Rant: Hairy situations

okay I need to be a little less cheesy with my titles.

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With my life swirling around in a whirlwind of schoolwork, personal goals and a whole lot of everything, for some reason my hair seems to comfort me. Okay before you write me off as completely weird, hear me out. I strongly believe that you reflect your mental state on your surroundings, which is probably why my room right now is…well.. lets not talk about that. I have been growing my hair out for about a year and 9 months (give or take) and in this time I have become very attached to it. My mum was certain I was addicted to my hair and I guess in some way I was but its different now. Now I don’t just fiddle with my hair out of mere curiosity, I’m more calculated. I’m about to go all semiotics on you  so here it goes; When I’m stressed I wash my hair  this could symbolize clarifying the issue at hand. After washing I have to detangle much like separating the kinks of whatever has me stressed out. Finally I style however I feel I should aka solve said problem appropriately.

Of course this is just a simple theory not grounded in any scientific fact but it seems to work for me. I could actually talk forever about my hair and all the life lessons I’ve learned from deciding to grow it out  but I guess that would be a future post. Speaking of future posts, I will be posting one of my go-to hair styles soon, just haven’t gotten around to it. AND I have been working on a couple of sewing projects that I can’t wait to share 😀

ps. hint to my next post included :p