What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen?

Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.

– Chester Bennington


Mountain Men…

That’s what I usually call men with full on beards, but I don’t necessarily use it in a negative way. Actually, I don’t ever find myself putting down ‘mountain men’ in any way at all. I mean, why would I? Also, even though I put this label on just about every guy with a beard… I’m not entirely saying they all live on mountains. It’s just that I assume all ‘mountain men’ are gifted with the ability to grow that much facial hair.

Now, before I start to ramble on about hairy men, let me remind you that it IS, indeed, November; therefore, I am not randomly rambling about facial hair.

This month, also known as “No Shave November”, not only signifies the only time it’s acceptable to get away with absolutely being lazy to get rid of the hair growing on one’s face, but is also a method of raising cancer awareness. Bet you didn’t know that! (I, honestly, didn’t either ’til about a few days ago. Shame on me.) After learning that this is apart of raising awareness, it totally made sense to me. Women are able to grow their hair out, then cut off several inches to Locks of Love to donate for the children who lost their hair due to medical conditions. How else are men able to contribute? Sure, men can grow their hair out as well, but I don’t think that would reach popularity among many as “No Shave November” does.

Anyway, I was never too fond of facial hair before. Possibly because the guys I’ve previously dated weren’t really capable of growing that much facial hair to begin with. #asianprobz (There is an exception to my current boyfriend; but he claims that his hair growth is from his French side.) It also doesn’t help that all of my ex-boyfriends were younger than me. [I know, I know… insert cougar jokes here.] But really, I’ve never given facial hair a chance… before. It hasn’t been ’til this past year where I’ve come to appreciate it, and I’m not quite sure why or how. Nevertheless, I suppose it’s a good thing that I’ve started to notice this particular characteristic. Don’t get me wrong, though. The clean shaven look is still very attractive. But serious kudos to those who can pull off a beard; it can either make you or just make you look homeless.

The one thing that sort of weirds me out is when December rolls around and all that effort of growing out facial hair is completely shaven off. Plenty of guys become unrecognizable. Alright, I’m exaggerating. Really though, the baby face throws me off. In a sense, I feel as though December brings up some kind of rite of passage (or whatever the opposite of that may be) where men suddenly go back to their normals lives, or even a couple years back, by shedding off all that hair. It’s like they time traveled back to their peach fuzz phase. It makes me wonder what their next few days are like… beardless.

Anyway, I suppose the point of this was flat out say how much I appreciate this month, and its participants. OR better yet, those who just have a beard all year long. Ha. I just hope that one day, I’ll have a mountain man of my own.

Well… not literally from the mountains.


Once Again…

Out of frustration, I started another account. I couldn’t remember any of my account information for the other blogging sites I’ve had. This is what I get for having multiple email addresses and passwords. But I mean… it doesn’t hurt to be on the safe side; it just sucks forgetting. I suppose writing these kind of things would be helpful, but I’m quite terrible at remembering where I’ve placed certain things. Talk about memory loss.

Anyway, it’s a quarter til 5… am, that is. I really shouldn’t get comfortable with staying up this late since, for the last four months, I finally fixed my sleeping schedule. I went from going to bed at 7am to actually getting tired around midnight. Pretty dramatic change in lifestyle, I must admit. My eyes are getting irritated and weary, most likely from staring at this computer screen for hours now with an exception of doing laundry and folding clothes. -Which, by the way, I’ve realized that oil stains are at the top of my pet peeves list. I highly advise everyone to check for chapstick before deciding to wash any article of clothing with pockets…

Reverting back to why I started this account: I need a place to dump all my older blog posts that I, personally, enjoyed typing up or have just felt are worthy keeping. I mean, that’ll be my initial purpose for this, but knowing myself, I’ll end up rambling on about whatever I’m currently infatuated with or something along the lines of what is going on in my head. Was it really necessary for my first post to be about my purpose? Well, why not? It’s like the introduction of an essay; you can’t just begin without an explanation… it just sounds awkward if I were to just be straight forward and dump a crapload of posts all in one sitting. Imagine if someone were to come across this and realize 15 posts were all from one day… I, myself, would like some sort of explanation for one’s said actions. So, here it is.