SSSP #14

I have literally tried 6 different times to upload pictures tonight.

Someday. Someday, my friends, blogger will once again let me show you Spring Sing pictures.

Until that day, I'm going to hunker down and try my hardest to survive the ice and snow currently piling up outside my window. (Just kidding. There is no snow. Or ice. I just like to sensationalize.)

SSSP #13

Stocking up for ice storms + being slightly sick + grandparents' birthdays + CD release show + finishing Hunger Games = No Spring Sing picture yesterday.

Oops! (Worth it, though.)

But I did want to share with you some words from an email.

"Gotcha. Thanks Karissa. You're really rocking the club coordinator job ;)"

That's right. I copied and pasted that straight from the email. I am ROCKING the club coordinator job. (Hopefully this is true and this particular person wasn't just trying to suck up. I'm gonna go with the true scenario.)

Expect the pictures to be back on track tonight.

SSSP #12

Well I don't have a picture for you tonight because blogger is being ridiculous.

Really the only major thing Spring Sing-wise today was that I interviewed for a Talon article.

Now if that's not big-time, I don't know what is.

SSSP #11

Gamma Rho learned the Can-Can tonight!

 And was then graced with Kappa's presence as Jacob read a story of the origins of Gamma's theme. 

A Year of Hair

I have always been that girl that measures years 

by things that aren't actual calendar years.

For instance, in high school most of my years were measured by Sooner Youth Camp. When a new camp session would come, it would mark a new year for me. Every. Year.

In college, it's been more of a mixture of things: 

jobs, relationships, classes.

But this past year, it was hair.

A year ago today - I chopped my hair off. 

This might not seem like a big deal to you, but I have also always been the girl (up until college) that gets her hair cut different every single time she gets a hair cut (which is about every six weeks). 

But for some reason, I had decided to grow my hair out and had been working on it for 3 years. 1/7th of my life. 

Until January 27, 2010 rolled around and 

I decided upon waking to cut it off. 

I only told 3 people and went that same day. 

Getting my hair cut changed my life.

(And yes. I'm probably being slightly dramatic. What's new?)

So please, join me in a recap of my last year in hair. 

(Even though it starts in November. 

I had to give you something to compare!)

Idabel Weekend 2009:

 Friends' Thanksgiving 2009:

 New Year's Eve 09-10:

 Dodgeball Tournament

January 2010 (last picture with long hair):

 Spring Sing 2010:

(It's gone!)

 Pi Banquet 2010:

 July 4, 2010:

 Sometime in November 2010:

 Last night, January 26, 2011:

It has been quite a year with short hair. 

I've lived and loved and everything in between. 

And you know what? 

In this moment, I don't think I would trade the past year for anything. 

Because when it all boils down to it, I am more like God on January 27, 2011 than I was on January 27, 2010. 

He certainly knows what He's doing.

Even when I don't. 

SSSP #10

You're right.

This isn't Spring Sing.

My besties came into town tonight so we hit up the Cha.

But the reason I'm showing you this in relation to Spring Sing is in illustration of how Spring Sing never sleeps. 

While at this lovely establishment, I had to take care of some things back on campus via telephone (i.e. (or is it e.g.?) doors being locked). 

It's ok, though. I like the power. 

SSSP #9

This look just demands respect. Right?

So maybe Tuesdays are shower nights. 

And maybe I don't want to do my hair or makeup again 

after I've showered for the night.

And maybe I just want to wear sweats.

And maybe it makes me look insane when I go 

to check on club practices.

And maybe my roommate thinks it's weird that I periodically ask her to take pictures of me purposely cutting off my head. 

And maybe clubs judge me when I walk in.

And maybe I uttered the words today 

"I'm ready for Spring Sing to be over."

But it's ok. Tuesday will be over soon. I will sleep soon. And tomorrow I will wake up loving Spring Sing again. 

Maybe.