The Only Constant is Change

Just ask my hair, she’ll tell you. I made it to 16 years without touching my angel hair. As soon as the clock struck 15 going on 16 I went for bright pink. Unfortunately, the art school I attended didn’t allow the shade, so I heeded their warnings and dyed her black. Turns out, they didn’t allow black either, so I cut my hair above my ears and dropped out of high school. That’ll show them!

After a year of smoking cigarettes and watching the blonde roots over take the black, my hair was bleached back to her natural dishwater greyness and I was reenrolled in private school. Hey, at least I gave rebellion a try.

Here’s the thing about being a natural blonde. You look like one. No matter the color you change your hair in the hopes that it will change your personality, it doesn’t. As a natural blonde you still have the light eyebrows the clear lashes and the more often than not see through skin. If you ever wondered what color blood is on the inside the human body have one look at the underside of my biceps or the backs of my legs. Blood is blue, until it oxygenates, then it becomes red. Science doesn’t lie folks.

Also Science, the only constant is change. Here today, gone tomorrow. In love right now, in hate the next. Traveling the world for years and finally deciding to sit down for an undetermined amount of time and go back to school. Boom! Virus takes over the world closes the school and all of the jobs to be had during school. Today, I'm sitting my ass down staring at a computer screen hoping to learn something new I didn’t know then.

Learning many new somethings, currently reading The Truth About Animals by famous zoologist Lucy Cooke.