Another College Blog

  Despite having way more money for clothing than any woman should, I still wind up having to spend time looking for bargains.  Becs and Mercedes took me thrifting the other day and I picked up yet a couple more outfits.  If this keeps up, I'm going to need a storage unit soon. It was nothing too exciting, but I'm sure you'll see me in them soon enough. There's the new purse that Mia is so thrilled by.  She insists it was my idea, but come on.  Really?  The thing that sucks about purses is how many things I carry in them that I wouldn't want anybody else to seeing.  Even if I pass as Kayla, I still don't like people seeing pads or worse handcuffs in my purse.

  So, here's the deal. Mia, in her infinite wisdom, has decided I need to carry this... thing she calls a "murse" (you know, like a man purse, but less manly). It's not like I'm new to her whims, but this? This is a whole new level of "what the heck" for me.  I'm in my regular guy clothes, you know, jeans, a tee, just feeling normal, right? Then Mia hands me this "murse." It's black leather, and as purses go it's not super feminine, but it's definitely not something you'd see most guys walking around with.  I'm like, "Really, Mia?" But before I can even finish my sentence, she's got that look. That 'don't even think about arguing' look, paired with the threat, "If you even think of saying no, you'll be carrying something much girlier." I swear, she's got a whole arsenal of humiliation tactics. So, there I am, this 'murse' slung over my shoulder, feeling like I've...

  Having red hair has been very different from blonde hair. When I went blonde, I don't remember the shade of color changing very much.  With the red hair, I came out with really flaming red hair like in the picture above.  It was in the normal human spectrum, but I was worried that the color was so noticeable that I would stand out everywhere. It honestly seems to have mellowed.  It's still a very red color, but it definitely seems to have mellowed.  What hasn't mellowed is Mia.  She's determined to make me start carrying a purse everywhere even when I'm allowed to wear masculine clothing.  Even her and her friends hate purses and always try to avoid them.  It's just such a double standard. Anyway, I'm supposed to update 2 times a week.  I got punished pretty bad for not updating the blog, so I'll do my best to update more.

  So we went out clubbing last night.  It wasn't a big deal.  I've gotten to the point where I can pass pretty well in that situation.  I know the dress is pretty ridiculous, but it wasn't my choice and frankly, it's not that crazy an outfit for the clubs.  Girls dress slutty.  I just wish I had a chance to hit on them instead of emulating them. Anyway, as you can see I have no purse with me.  My purse had my keys and I knew it was in Jill's apartment, but she went out with Fiona for a bite to eat and so my keys and my roommate were both miles away.  My phone was also in my purse so I couldn't call them.  Of course, Mia was home but  she wouldn't let me wait in her place, but she still found time to take pictures. Purses are complicated.  I miss pockets.