This is the official day my two-week trial ends with Squarespace, and I am happy and anxious to say that I bought a subscription for the year. No special student discount, although it would have saved money, but instead, the full-priced deal. This is a gamble, because I have no idea where or how far this will take me. However, I think at this point any creative outlet that I can submerge myself in is a necessity. So we shall see where this leads me. As for what to expect from this blog, that is a fair question. I would like to say that I could post something a few days out of each week, but I can't. My time is limited, and the time I do have is precious. Plus, there is no one but me working with this blog, so I am solo when it comes to creating and shooting content. I think, for right now, this is a journal, and maybe in the coming weeks, I can dive into composing more diverse content.
I spent last weekend in a mostly-empty library developing the keys to a mock bibliography for a historical research and writing class, and I may have discovered the greatest nook to study and do homework in when sitting in my apartment becomes too tiresome. The fourth floor of the Zach S. Henderson library for solidarity, need I say more? The many rows of bookshelves and the occasional seating areas made up for my total confusion in trying to hunt materials for that bibliography, and all-in-all, it was a nice weekend that certainly will have me returning in my spare time. Also, it was an even brighter weekend when I purchased two thick, **hardback** nonfiction books at Books-A-Million for $14! The highlight of my day only challenged by the idea of setting aside time to read them. Whatever, if there is a will, there is most certainly a way.
This Friday is also the day I am traveling back home for Labor Day weekend. It's the first time I'm formally traveling home, but the second week I've seen my family. Also, I am getting a haircut later today! Nothing major, just layers, because I found a long length that typically works with my facial shape. If you are anything like me, round face (...), you struggle with a length that doesn't make you feel...odd. There is a certain length, that when my hair reaches it, boom, I look like an Afghan Hound. It's weird. I don't know how to describe it, but I only know to prevent myself from achieving that length. Going for a shorter route makes me feel even weirder sometimes. It's all in the facial structure I assume. So for today, I'm going for a small (SMALL!) trim and a large amount of layers. Wish me luck.