Today has been a gift from the heavens. That is, it became a gift from the heavens. It didn't start out so celestial when, this morning, I woke up in a panic after having a dream that McKenna was trying to murder me. She tried to lure me inside an abandoned mine shaft, and was planning on bludgeoning me to death with an anvil of some sort. Rude! Luckily she was unsuccessful in her plot, due to my quick footwork in high-tailing it out of there, over the mounds of coal. (Thanks, Kenna. What a really stellar thing to do to your best friend.)
However, after the whole murder in the mine thing (Wow that really sounds like the title of a Nancy Drew or Box Car Children mystery. Ideas are churning...) today has been lovely. For starters, I have new hair, which is an immediate bonus to any day. I got my hair cut and colored last night by the talented Calee, and I have been on cloud nine ever since. There's something so rejuvenating about having your hair styled by someone who actually knows what they're doing. We took some length off and thinned it out. So for the first time in months, I don't feel like I have a 15 lb. dumbbell tied to my head. In addition to the Great Hair-Weight Reduction of 2014, we dyed it black. Like black-black. Like jet black. Like Wendnesday Addams black. Ha, it was really just a matter of time before this happened, wasn't it? I think we all knew that it was meant to be black. I'm absolutely loving the color, especially because it causes people to not recognize me on campus, which dramatically reduces the time that I'm forced to spend talking to people that I don't like. Bonus!
But wait, the new-hair glow is not the only good thing that today has brought! After class this morning, I had a riveting discussion with my professor about Romanticism and its role in creating Confederate supporters in the Civil War. I know what you're thinking: "How is this good? Would anyone actually find this enjoyable? Who is this freak writing this blog?" Well, I'm weirdly obsessed with history, and so yes, I assure you that this experience wasn't torturous, and was actually exhilarating for me.
So at this point it's only 12:05 pm and already I've had a killer day what with the effervescence of freshly-styled hair, paired with the historical debate. Just when I'm thinking that this day can't get any more Samantha-tailored, I emerge from the building and notice the thick, blue-grey clouds that are decidedly tufting the sky. IT'S ABOUT TO RAIN!!!! THIS DAY CANNOT GET BETTER!!! So while my classmates darted into the safety of awnings and buildings, and uttered colorful expletives about the cold precipitation, I practically glided into my next class, kind of looking like a mangy, wet canine, but thrilled nonetheless.
The day has really only gotten better from there on out. I studied in the library next to the huge windows (for optimal rain-watching), while enjoying some prime people-watching (my favorite instances of that today included the grandpa who snores and the girl with the beanie pulled all the way over her eyes. HA.) I finished my Christmas list. And, the Big Kahuna: I ate a Nature Valley granola bar with minimal crumb spillage. I know, it was a real miracle.
It's pretty rare that a day goes this well, but every once in a while it happens. It feels like the universe had pity on me and created this experience with me in mind. A day just for me, and I plan to seize every moment of it.
(I'll be back at the cynicism tomorrow, fear not.)
