HAIRCUT!!! HAIRCOLOR!!! MEGA-SUPER-NEON-AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!!

In an effort to break away from the mother land I declared my independence by (drumroll)................

GETTING A HAIRCUT/COLOR!!!

Mother doesn't like short hair. She never let me cut my hair short. She didn't let me color my hair. 

But I am a YOUNG ADULT!!! AT COLLEGE!!!

I planned on getting a haircut when I went to college, partly because I like short hair and partly because I could never have short hair. So I made arrangements and everything. I went to the hair place today, thinking that I'd just get it cut a bit above my shoulders and color it a couple shades darker. Buuut.....my impulsive side didn't like that idea. 

My impulsive side compelled me to turn the fate of my hair into the hairstylist's hands. So I did. And I am SOOOO glad! I LOVE my new hair, and would never have gotten it on my own. 

The person who filled my nails did a crappy job, though. She had no idea what she was doing. And she hurt my cuticles. Jerk.

But I LOVE my hair.

I LOVE it!

Welcome to College

When the initial excitement wears off, what are you left with?

Boredom, homesickness, loneliness, a realisation that this may not be so fun, homework, boring Friday nights and Saturdays.

Will it pass?

I'm optimistic.

I feel lonely.

At college

So the first day was a blast, the second day, not so much, today, okay. The second and today days were mostly freshman orientation stuff and, while a bit helpful, not too fun. I felt like I was in highschool again: "Go here! Do this! You must be at this activity!" Not to mention all the "team-building" new-student games ("let's force people who don't know each other to hold hands and untie knots! It'll be fun!!"). Hopefully, come Monday, I'll feel like a "responsible adult" or whatever I'm supposed to be. It still feels weird to be able to walk off and around campus all by myself without having to notify anyone.

I went to a party hosted by the college called "I-Night Extravaganza" and climbed a rock wall..with my 1/4-inch nails. It was fun and scary.

So life is cool so far, hopefully my classes are cool too. I've met so many nice people, and I've been able to be a lot more outgoing. Everyone should go to BYU-I, or at tleast a CES school.

Oh, and Sunday, September 7th (tomorrow) is Aurora's 16th birthday so call her and wish her a happy birthday!!

Chloe

I've Got Butt Rot

I'm currently "in transit" to college. Yesterday I went with my parents and Thaden to Chicago, where we tried to find a See's Candy (only to find it didn't exist), went to a HUGE shopping mall and wandered, and ate at Chevy's. Our final destination was the O'Hare airport, where I had to say goodbye to my parents sooner than I thought. My flight was 4 hours long, but uneventful. I felt sick the whole time, and it felt like gravity doubled. My 2 carry-on bags were 20 pounds each. My other 2 checked suitcases were 51 pounds each. I think I shrunk from carrying the bags. I got to SLC yesterday at 9:30pm MST, so it felt like 11:30pm to me. My aunt and uncle picked me up, and I stayed at their house. Another of my aunts picked me up from that house the next morning and drove me to Logan, about 1 hour away. To me it feels like almost 4:30pm, but it's only 2:30. This day's been long. I have nothing to do. I'm bored. Tomorrow I take a bus from here to Rexburg, and I stay at another person's house. The next day, I check in to my dorm!

Chloe

Fun Times at Michigan's Adventure

Yesterday, the family and I went to Michigan's Adventure, our 15-minutes-from-home theme park (see previous post for brief description). We got there around 12pm. Thaden rode his first rides, we rode 5 of the 7 roller coasters (minus Aurora and mom; Aurora was scared, mom felt sick most of the time) including the Thunder Hawk (which did NOT break down and had NO off-limits seats; we did not die), a ferris wheel, got a way cool $75 old-fashioned dress-up portrait, and ate majorly overpriced theme park food: greasy hamburgers, greasy hotdogs, greasy fries, greasy mini-corndogs. I had a pretzel and cotton candy. Yum. We also went to the water park that was a part of MA, but by then (5pm) it was windy and too cold for me, so I watched Thaden for most of the time. On our way out of the theme park, we helped a family whose car needed a jump. They said that everyone had been passing them, and even when they asked people to help, they didn't. So I felt good, and I'm sure the rest of the family did too. We went to TCBY after, and then Meijer for milk, and then I made sweet potato bakes (not fries, ha ha) and it was fun. REALLY fun. Aurora got over her bad mood eventually, and had fun too, and we all got along. I came home to my NEW LAPTOP (pink, pretty, new, with video chat) and played with it for a while.

This morning, I made a breakfast of toast, oatmeal, and hot chocolate for the fam, and we have a family pictures appointment at 12pm. It is 11:39am right now. We should leave. MMkay.

All I have to do is pack, then I'm "good to go" crunchwrap supreme.

Chloe

It's a Perfect Day for a Matinee

Hum Hum Hum. There's this place here called Michigan Adventures and Dad got some half-price tickets, so we're going there tomorrow. It's like Six Flags, but condensed into 1/4 the rides and 1/4 the size. And 1/8 the quality, supposedly. My sister keeps talking about how absolutely everyone who works there swears that all the rides break down at least once per day. "I'm not going, I want to go be with my friends, it's unsafe, all my friends have said..." blah blah blah. She puts too much trust in her friends' words, in my opinion. I, on the other hand, am excited. I love the thrill of roller coasters. And cotton candy.

I leave in 4 days. Eeek! I don't feel prepared. I've packed 2 suitcases (which Aurora had to sit on to get closed) but one contains my bedding and jeans and the other contains shirts. Yeah. And each can be 40lbs, and I'm pretty sure they each weigh more than 40lbs. I haven't even packed bathroom stuff or cooking stuff or school stuff! But clothes are important, especially if I have any hopes at all of attracting even a semi-cute guy.

Thinking about going to college makes me stressed, scared, and sad. So I haven't been thinking about it, so it hasn't fully hit me that I'm going to college. I'm sure, though, that when I get on that plane, and I'm alone, I'll cry myself to dehydration. Poor me.

Chloe