Ch-ch-ch-changes

Hello, my name is Keren and I'm a beauty product addict.

Yeah, yeah..."tell me something I don't know," right? 

As I tweeted, I dyed my hair again.  I never thought I'd be one of those girls who dyed their hair ever two months because they got tired of the color.  I thought maybe I'd start dying my hair because of greys (which I already have)...once they were too hard to hide.  But since this past March(ish), I've been doing my hair every couple weeks to keep up with my nearly-black roots.  While my hair isn't nearly as thick as it once was, it still grows like weeds, or at least it seems like it.  Three inches in about five months...is that fast?  I don't know.  So, once I got tired of keeping up with the blonde and the blonder highlights, I decided to go brown, a nice medium brown.  But a few weeks after the initial brown dyeing, it faded to what celebs call "ombre" hair, meaning it's darker at the roots and lighter towards the ends.  The only difference is that celebs pay for that crap.  I just ended up with that.  So, we thought if the brown didn't really take, maybe I need to go darker than before so I end up with the first, original color.  Makes sense, right?  Well, I had a couple boxes of "dark brown" color at home that my mom ended up not using so I tried it.  Of course it took all too well to my roots- they're basically black now- but the shaft/ends are a nice dark brown.  I'm hoping the roots fade a little so it doesn't look as harsh but yeah..."natural" Keren is back.

In other news, I officially feel old, like it's time to really get my act together.  Tomorrow one of my best friends is graduating from college.  That, itself isn't so abnormal.  The thing is that he's about half a year younger than I am.  He wasted no time with school.  I don't know how he did it, but he got through all the necessary classes in three and a half years plus was a T.A. for one of his professors.  Next month, he'll start a job at a local private school as a math teacher.  I'm so proud to have a close friend as a productive member of society but at the same time, I feel like I'm behind.  

I'm not far from graduating but I don't have a job opportunity lined up like he does.  Sometimes I really feel stupid telling people I want to be a beautician/cosmetologist/makeup artist when they ask what I want to do.  They always try to keep a smile like their impressed but I can always tell they're thinking I'm wasting time and money getting a degree at a four-year university.  It's like I'm not practicing what I preach when I say it's wise to have some kind of degree to have something to fall back onto.  That's something my parents instilled in me since I was a wee one but they've already gone through school and when it comes down to it, they won't be the ones held accountable for my life decisions.  It's all me.

I suppose it's just the word "graduation" that scares me a little...okay, a lot.  It represents both an end and a beginning, a wake up call to tell me that I'm no longer a child.

Keren