She brought weekend boys home in her curls

I got a haircut today.

And if this isn't proof of my psychosis, I don't know what is...

I absolutely love it, but she cut it shorter than I anticipated.  Way shorter.  Though it's still long in the back, the top layers are barely skimming my shoulders.

I want to bawl.

The first day of fall

As I drove to school this morning, I realized tucked into my windshield wipers was a little gold and red leaf.  It was absolutely beautiful- this saffron, three pointed leaf with a generous sprinkling of cherry red.  I drove out of the Rice's neighborhood, and as I made the turn to Beach, it flew off my window.  

It occurred to me that in a book, someone made the comment that nothing ever looked as beautiful in death than a leaf.  Going out in flames, indeed.

It's hard to write the first entry in a brand new blog.  Most of you are probably surprised that I finally gave in to corporate blogging and am here, on blogspot.  I'm over it, I guess.  I still have every intention of going back to pitas and really working out that old journal, but for time's sake, here I am.  Last semester I laid out parameters for my new journaling home (frequent posts, less about me), and this is blog's first incarnation.  We'll see how it goes.

The title is referencing Matt Nathanson's EP after Some Mad Hope.  I think it's also a line from a DMB song, but I'm going to exercise my selective memory on that one.  The idea of "slow, but speeding" essentially sums up how I feel right now.  I'm growing up so fast.  Life is coming hard,  But at the same time, I feel like I'm stuck in this vortex of college, this massive pile of goo that just won't let me move.  It's a rough feeling.

So enjoy this, enjoy me, and I'll try to enjoy it, too.  I will see you tomorrow.