I'm writing today from a Starbucks located in Gilbert, Arizona, as I no longer have easy access to my usual spot in the Orem, Utah Barnes & Noble cafe. You see- I've recently moved back to Arizona from Provo, Utah, and desperately need to locate a new cafe-ish type place, with free WiFi, where I can go to write, blog, research, and plan my life. (I would do these things from home, but I'm lazy and unfocused there. Going out gives me reason to dress, and generally ensures that I don't waste my precious laptop battery on Netflix or The Sims.) I'm on the hunt for the perfect creative space, and this is the second cafe I've tried- the first being a Barnes & Noble located in a mall about six miles from my home- and I like it alright. I mean, it still has nothing on my usual place, but perhaps I need to adjust. This particular Starbucks is close to where I'm currently living, so there is that.
I've a feeling that adjusting is something which I'll be doing a lot of over the next few weeks. A big move brings big changes. I'll be starting my job up at a new location next week, I'm living with my family again for the first time in a very long time, the weather here is at least 20 degrees warmer- throughout the year- than in Provo, and, to top it all off, I'm no longer blond- but we'll get to that in a minute.
Last Saturday, my Mama drove up to Utah to collect me, her blessed firstborn, along with all my trappings. It was certainly good to see her again, even though it'd only been two weeks since the last time we met, and definitely exhilarating knowing that my transition from Provo-inhabiting, to Arizona-living was imminent. Not long after Mama's arrival in Provo- just minutes after, actually- she, Haley, Drewberry, and I all enjoyed a "last-hurrah" dinner at my favorite Provo eatery, the Black Sheep Cafe, where we ate our way through a stack of fresh, blue corn tortillas, phenomenal Navajo and blue corn, hog-jowl tacos, and horchata rice and bread pudding. The food was great, the conversation swell, and the company just lovely. Goodbyes were said after dinner, once Haley and her man were taken safely home to their apartment complex. It's always a treat to spend an evening with any one of these awesome peeps, and to hang out with all three at once was really something special.
Okay, so back to the hair. If you've been following the blog for any real length of time, you probably know me as the long-faced (long as in length, not disposition) fellow with locks of some sort of blonde; I've been my natural gold-verging-on-copper, spotty platinum, all-over platinum, and silver, all since this thing was started. However, I guarantee that NONE of you have seen me brunette, as I've never seen me with a dark coif. That all changed last Friday, at Aveda, between the hours of nine in the morning and one in the afternoon, when I dyed all the hairs of my head- hair, eyebrows, and even eyelashes- a deep, chocolate-y brown. Well, chocolate-y brown was the plan, anyway; what I ended up with is a lot closer to black than chocolate, but that'll fade out soon enough. Once I got over the shock of not being able to recognize myself (and once the dye washed off my eyelids- I was looking very smudged-guyliner for about 24 hours), I ended up really digging the new, Snow-White-color-schemed Adam.
"But, why did you do it?" you may ask, as many have. The answer is pretty simple: I thought it'd be fun. Plus, with my pale skin and dark blue eyes, I figured it wouldn't look too bad, and that having the cool brown against my face would help to make me appear less pink, which it did! Dying my hair also came with the added bonus of enabling me to pull off snapback hats, which I've wanted to do for a while, but somehow couldn't manage with my yellow locks and transparent brows.
Naturally, this change in my physical appearance means that my iPhone is now a little bit fuller of selfies than it previously was; I gotta keep my social media life, and social media friends, fresh and up-to-date, you know? Here's a few pics that made the post-worthy cut:
Thankfully, I've managed to have fun with my new do. For example- Whenever I look in the mirror, I no longer really see myself. What I see is a brunette, evil twin who is, lesbihonest, better-looking. In a way, I've been allowed me to see myself through a stranger's eyes, which is an interesting thing to experience. This complete change in appearance also makes it feel as if I'm in disguise whenever I go out in public; I feel I now make a completely different first-impression on others than I used to! All of this is oddly freeing.
Because of my newly-acquired ability to wear snapbacks, I'm now able to dress like a total bro- something that, when done in moderation, is fun and should be enjoyed by everyone at least once! On Saturday I wore my snapback with a basic black tee under a black, Perry Ellis jogging jacket, along with black and white athletic shorts, black, grey, and blue Vans, and, of course, black socks pulled straight up, covering half my calf. This outfit allowed the world to view me as an athletic, white boy who is maybe a bit of a tool, when, in reality, I'm actually an eccentric, goofy, white kid who's about as athletic as a tortoise in hibernation- something I'm sure anyone would come to realize within five minutes of speaking to me. Basically I just played pretend dress-up all day Saturday. It was a blast.
I'm excited to see where this move- and this new do- takes me. It's already opened up doors for both my blog and personal life, which I wasn't expecting- at least, not this soon- it's so exciting! I'm positive more opportunities will come knocking as time goes on. If you decide to stick around, I'll tell you about them! In the meantime, I hope that you find ways to have little, casual adventures of your own- whether they be dying your hair, going on a date, or pretending- for a day and for fun- to be someone else! Whatever you decide to do, I'm sure you'll at least have a good time- if not a fantastic one- and you won't regret it. Hopefully, anyway. ;)
Much Love,
Adam