Tuesday, April 5, 2011

New Hair?

I am utterly bored with my hair. It just looks lifeless. The color is fine but I haven't really had a decent cut in forever. I am thinking for spring and summer I want to try something different and go with short hair. Something like one of the following cuts:
This one is way too short for my tastes but I love the edginess.

I think this looks so nice.

I love this cut. It's my favorite style out of these. It feels really edgy and sexy. Plus I think the length is perfect.


I like this but there just isn't enough edge to it. It almost feels too polished for me. It needs to be messier and pomade'ed up a bit.

I want my end result to look like this (including the turquoise, dark blue, and magenta color):

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Love

Love. Love is something that always changes. It's always different depending upon the relationship and the person. Love can be strictly sexual or violent, innocent, ethereal, tantric, or unrequited to name a few.  Love, like hope, springs eternal. We are not often conscious of what causes us to love someone. Many times we are acutely aware that the object of our affections does not deserve our love like a high school crush who overlooks you entirely or a cheating boyfriend. Every love that we have though does manage to teach us something. More often than not it's something which toughens and hardens us. "Don't be so trusting." "If a guy has done something once, chances are he will do it again." "Don't ever just give your heart away like that again." Through these experiences we become wiser beings. We become self sufficient and more able to forge turbulent waters which may lay before us. Through everything though I've realized that it's the love that teaches us something amazing that is the love you want for life. This kind of love betters you every single day. It undoes all the lessons you've had to learn to be harder. It penetrates you. It changes you at your very core on your most basic levels. I've also realized that if you lose that kind of love and the person who made it happen, nothing ever quite matches it again.