Yesterday was a rather gray day on the whole but we trotted out the camera anyways just so I can parade my new manicure to the endless interwebs. It's been a gray weekend on the whole, actually, my hormones have gone haywire and goodbyes pretty much officially ended Friday, which means that while the farewells are thankfully over, I am already missing times past and gone and never to return again. (I should disclaimer this by saying I am not actually feeling as gloomy as the preceding statement makes it sound.)
It's funny the way moods and sounds and sensations are sometimes best reflected in a single color, or perhaps lack thereof (is gray a color?). It makes me wonder what it's like if you're color-blind - do you associate sensations with shades of gray?
P.S. Check out how long my hair is getting! Also, a few people have asked me if I'm planning on buzzing it again, and while I do actually kind of miss the buzz cut, it turns out the length of my hair is directly proportional to the quality of my relationship with my parents, so I figure I should let it grow out a bit so we can talk again.