AHHH Cold Weather Hair Damage!!????!!!

Is there even such a thing? My hair is damaged by the extreme cold weather even after I have been taking care of it? The shedding ends.....*cries* please I don't wanna cut my hair again. I wanna wait til April. (HA! We'll See) I have my hair in a poof on top of my head but whatever. (Below)




I am going to Try that Aphogee 2-Step protein treatment. I hear that it is good so tomorrow morning after YOGA I am gonna go and get that stuff. Maybe I won't even go to Yoga. Hmmm. This is a dire emergency. I am gonna try it and tomorrow show you guys the finished look. Wish me luck!

I Am Different

Without dreams I cannot exist. It's apart of my creativity. I don't know how I can come up with these fascinating stories. Sometimes it seems like a blur to me and when I write my vivid imagination on paper, even I say to myself wow. Can that be of conceit? Hmm probably, or maybe I just am in love with my imagination. I like being a creator of my stories, it gives me the ability to have a say so in the life, universe that I created. Moving my characters around as I wish, complicating their lives, knowing when their happiness comes, when they are sad, and even determining how and when they are gonna die. Power like that in a story is amazing and I want that kind of power in my life. Hopefully someone will see my talent and be interested enough to take that blue pill and whirlpool down into my whimsical brain.

I am different. Yes I am. I was different all of my life and I was treated differently. Only my family and a few great friends could appreciate my oddness. I love them for that. They knew who and how I was and never once questioned why I do some of the things that I do. Even though I wanted friends, I knew people hesitated just because they saw me as the odd side of the box. I was born in the universe where I saw the Yellow Submarine and they were in the "real world". Whatever that means.

I can remember as far back when I was a child at Roxhill Elementary School. People would tease me all of the time, tell me how black and ugly I was, which confused me because when I looked in the mirror I saw beauty. And I was dressed. Cherryl made sure of that. I honestly thought that it wasn't because of what I looked like it's how I acted. Distant. Sometimes I would even get harassed by teachers and then some teachers enjoyed my different and commended me on being so. Was I so special? All I know is that I didn't like to follow a crowd because I loved the feeling of being free. To come and go as I pleased without having to tell anybody. Even my parents. I value freedom and free thinking. God didn't give me all this mind to sit on it.

Even now as an adult I still feel like an outcast. Maybe I am just looking into it too much, but I know in my heart that I am. It's funny but it still feels like I am on the playground at Roxhill Elementary School. Life goes on and I am still trucking to a new adventure and I will always see my Yellow Submarine.

On Body Building

Being An Aries

If you're into astrological signs and definition then this post/blog isn't for you. I just know about my own and who I get along with.

I am an Aries woman a "true" Aries born in the first two weeks in April as I heard it AND whatever that means. I have always been a weird little child since birth, and this is one of the reasons why my dad looks at me and says "my little wildflower" while shaking his head as if he's trying figure me out. I know that when he says this he truly loves his "outside of the box" little girl.

It's hard being an Aries even though we lead the astrological pack, we are probably the most misunderstood. We're known to be cocky, know it alls, and tell you what's on our minds, but in all honestly we are just really for sure what we're saying is right even when we know that we maybe wrong. LOL! Other than Aries being some kind of control freaks we are very caring people. We'd rather hurt than you hurt and all the time we wear our hearts on our sleeves. We also are in our heads a lot and ponder on why we are so very different. Most of us cope with our differentness. Some just can't accept it. Some a movie stars.

I know it took me many years to come to an understanding that I am different. I see the way some look at me on the choices of clothing that I wear, how I do my hair or the bling out labret underneath my chin. Some people were dying to be in a world that was only made for one person and that is myself. I love who I am and who I have become. This is just a rambling day for me. Til' next year folks..

The Emotional Road to Success

Last night I was going to post, since I haven't in awhile I had my guns ready to have a enlightened chit chat with you all. It seemed so great and inspiring but when I came to my computer, nothing came out. The things I wrote seemed forced and I didn't want to do that to my readers. Times are hard, they are. Even though I wrote my very first graphic novel it's not like anyone has seen it nor have they talked about it. I just need a new target audience. And I have to admit (which I hate to admit) that my boyfriend was correct about where and who I should target first. Welp that's where I am going and facing my fears and reach that audience.


To be an creative person in New York without any real connections is harder than trying to get a yellow cab to go to Brooklyn and I have given up. *Sigh* I know what I need to do and asking the already famous friends that I have isn't enough, even I can hear some type of jealousy in their tones when I talk to them. How sad. But I digress.......


See ya soon. :)

Very Excited About Life

I can't lie and say that this road that I have been on has been an easy ride. I staggered a lot. I think anyone would stagger when you are on to doing something great. I love writing, I always have and I may not be the greatest writer but for damn sure I will try.

I have to say that I need to pat myself on the back every now and then because I am not giving up on myself. What I need to tell myself is "good job, Chrys." This is a habit that I want to get hooked on. There is nothing wrong with congratulating yourself and feeling good about yourself. I think we all have fallen into not giving good positive affirmations to ourselves. But even though this is the first step for me. I am just not going to be satisfied with just this. I AM not finished yet. Actually all this is just inspiring me more to continue with the unique stories that I have for all of you to read. I can say this one thing. Thank God for my imagination. I am happy to share my weirdness with all of you.

And this is what I am feeling like today!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qR3rK0kZFkg

Dreams About Derek: Battle at Boulder

Please click the pictures to see the story. Will try to make it bigger.