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This is the first entry to my psych journal of aging and adulthood:

#1

When speaking about developmental changes today, I can only think about my own “significant” developments in my own life. Yes I went through puberty, no I have not really dealt with any significant deaths in my family (although soon I will and I fear it). Just the other day at the ripe old age of Twenty Three years old I discovered my first grey hair. So many things ran through my head. The first thing that came to mind was how I am cursing my father for the crap genes he dealt me. Obviously it could not have been my mother because she didn’t start getting greys well into her thirties. The next thing that ran through my head was “I need to get rid of it.” It was right up front where I part my hair. It was just a lonely little sprout not even an inch long, but when I stared at myself for that split moment in the bathroom that night I instantly saw it. My brown hair has started to diminish into what is easily my only fear about aging. I can deal with the wrinkles, the “number” getting bigger and bigger, and all the horrible things associated with getting old. The one thing I expected to not change is the only thing that is changing. I quickly ran over the numbers in my head about how much it would cost to dye my hair on a semi-regular basis. As I am still in college this is not quite in my budget. I planned on doing vain things and not hiding my only fear. I should embrace my changing body and enjoy aging, but it seems that I have put way too much stress on my body and have doomed myself to a lifetime of hair salons and dye. I’ve lived a lifetime in my short years on this earth and if I keep the same pace that I’m going I will have at least two more lifetimes to live. I am going to have a full head of silver when I am 40 at the rate I am going. I always thought that when people obsessed over grey hairs were silly, and here I am joining in on the circus. I wish L’Oreal made my exact shade of brown so that at least I could just buy a box, but I love my hair too much to damage it with the crappy color from a box. All in all when the greys start showing up more than one at a time I will be ready for them with my hairdresser. When I was a kid I was always dying to grow up, Now that I am grown up I never thought I would be dyeing to stay young.

Genau.

So I went running outside. I like this concept of running outside. Its just that even at 8am its too stupid hot. My last weigh in was a bit higher than my pre summer weight, but I assume the couple pounds was from going to europe eating great food and exercising  A LOT and then coming back to america with shitty food and exercising far less. If I did a run walk of 5 miles every day I would be keeping up with my Vienna regime. I actually quite miss Europe. Other than the crazy high costs of everything I miss hearing german and communicating in a different language. I actually go around work speaking german and they get mad at me cause they have no clue what I'm saying. Its nothing bad though.

Classes are going steady, I'm very excited about my class today. Magic, ritual and religion is quite the controversial subject apparently. I can see why though. My professor is hilarious, but has ZERO faith. I find it quite funny the way he compares and contrasts things. This semester I actually have a friend in a class and I don't need to make any new ones! Its very nice. Yesterday my adulthood and aging professor recognized me. I kind of hope he just recognizes me from being in his class and not because of the journal I wrote for his last class. I'm looking forward to the journaling this semester though. I get to write an epic one about my lone gray hair.   Someone actually had the nerve to tell me I had a second. I inspected it and its actually a blonde hair. So obviously that one is starting to go out, BUT I totally claim sun bleaching on that one.

Until we meet again!

Back on the blogwagon

Now that I am home again in the land of delicious goodies let me regale you with tales of my recent comings and goings!

Step one: get back on USA/Texas time! Yeah, that was an easy one. I was so exhausted when I got back. I couldn't even keep my eyes open the car ride home and then I couldn't even talk right. I started saying something about a song like "it has a lot of words." Made absolutely no sense at all.

Step two: move into APARTMENT! Yeah, I've been dying for that one to happen, and it did. and there was drama of course!

step three: Date. What an interesting world...

step four: WORK A LOT. I even managed to get 2 hours of overtime on my last paycheck. HOW that happened is beyond me. But I'm not complainin about the payrate :-p

step five: SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL. I just finished my first "week" back to school. I think the hardest thing is going to be going to bed by midnight every night (obviously failing right now).

step six: EXERCISE! Since I'm back home, established in my new place of residence, my head is on straight (I've managed to keep it from spinning off and spewing pea soup for a long time now) its time to legit train for that 5k I keep yammering on about. I already started the running process. As far as running every day I'm failing, but I am still on a positive note.


Volunteer work: I started volunteering at a home for restricted income elderly. If anybody has anything nifty that could be used as a bingo prizes (pretty much anything gently used or looks like new, or is new would be awesome), halloween decorations, art supplies, ect. I accept any and all creative help as well. This isn't a home for the old and decrepit, just the old :)