Day Whatever of How Long it Was

My mom constantly says "No."

It's her favorite word.

Our adventure for the day was to the hair salon, and all of the girls who work there are a bit older than me, but not much. A lot of them have their hair this gorgeous red color. It looks natural and wonderful on them all. It's beautiful. I can't tell you how jealous I was.

So I decided now was the time to speak with my mother about dying my hair. She's always said no, but I figured I'd try.

My arguments?
1. I am a great kid. - To anyone else, this sounds like the stupidest thing ever. For me, who never leaves my house for anything other than school, does my homework and has an awesome GPA, and helps around the house more than anyone else can imagine, I figured that this argument was factual.
2. It's not a BAD thing. - Dying my hair would not cause my life to spiral into the bleak abyss of drug use and alcohol abuse. That isn't me. It's just for fun.
3. If I don't do it now, I won't be able to later. - When you're older, your responsibilities are to your bills. This means that I would have to keep a good job which sadly includes me dressing like a normal person. Ew. If I were to dye my hair now, I could get it out of my system for when I go off to college to look like a human instead of a walking crayon. Which, as a teenager, is exactly what I want.

Her argument?

No.

I don't normally argue the point, but her insistance that I always throw a fit when I don't get my way is ludicrous. I've asked for a cat fifty million times, and I've always gotten the same negative response. Nothing has been broken in response. Other than that, I don't really ask for things. If I want something, I buy it with my own money. If I don't have the money, I work for the money.

I don't understand.

So the adventure of the "No" was full of dark forests and big red eyes in the night. It was, though, an adventure. I have learned from it.

Mom will always say no.

Day One: Acceptance

My best friend started blogging to mark the days of her "reformation." We've both come to realize that we've been sitting around doing nothing with ourselves because we've constantly been in search of something better. We watch other people live and envy them, living through books and movies, and as each bit of brain crack comes to an end, we realize that we're pathetic and pick up another book or movie to fall into.

The End.

More or less the beginning. My own reformation needs to take place. And I don't care if anyone ever reads this. 

I'm doing it for me.

So Day One. I've accepted the fact that I need to change. Honestly, that isn't much of anything as I accepted this as I was lying in bed pitying myself.

Therefore, I baked a cake.

Best chocolate cake ever.

2 cups flour

2 cups sugar

1 cup milk

1 tablespoon vinegar

2 teaspoons baking soda

2 eggs

3/4 cups cocoa

1 cup veggie oil

1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla extract

1 cup boiling water

I now feel chill and accomplished. Not to mention, I just had a big piece of chocolate cake.

Who's the winner here? I think that'd be me.

Today, chocolate cake. Tomorrow, the world. 

Well, maybe I'll try running.

But THEN. Oh, THEN it will be the world at my feet (;