Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

I've been thinking a lot lately about what my early high school self would think of my current twenty-year old self.
Back then, I wore only black (because I thought I was goth and black is slimming) and was "allergic" to the color pink unless it was hot pink with black stripes.

Terrifying, isn't it? Not just the photo quality, that is.

Nowadays, I am totally smitten by color! I've been bitten by the color bug! Aquas, pastel pinks, yellows, all of it calls my name. Sure, I still wear a lot of black, because it's still slimming and because I can't afford to buy new clothes all willy-nilly, but I also have some color that has crept into my wardrobe.

OH GOD, TOO MUCH COLOR.
(PS, please never ask me to dress up for a rave. You will get this.)

That's better.

Anybody notice that I have on different glasses in every picture?

I sometimes wonder if my sixteen year old self would be proud of me or hate me. Sixteen year old me was stagnating in a small Southern town, in a very negative relationship, with no discernible plan for the future.  I also despised blondes, bright colors and "preps."
Twenty year old me IS blonde (if only temporarily; pink here I come!), prefers bright or pastel colors and is semi-okay with preppy kids. I'm also a Junior in an amazing school, getting a degree in Art and living out on my own.
So, some changes are bittersweet, but all in all I'm finally becoming someone my sixteen year old self could have looked up to.

Junior year of High School

Junior year of College

♥-Rhya

So I turned myself to face me

But I've never caught a glimpse

Now You're Just Somebody That I Used to Know

Hello, Hypothetical Readers.
As you are probably beginning to understand, most of my blog titles will be song lyrics, because for some reason I think that's creative. It probably isn't.
At any rate, this morning I was thinking about some people that I've known and loved in the past (I don't necessarily mean romantically), and the choices they have made and the lives they lead.

Now, I'm not here to judge anybody. Believe me, God did not step down from his almighty fluffy throne to hand me the Judge Stick.  But I can be disappointed with a person without judging them, can't I?
If only because I know they can do better.


A friend of a friend used to say something that I'm just now starting to understand:

"People are in your life for reasons, seasons, and lifetimes."

As much as it breaks my heart, the seasons for some people have come to a close.  Not because I don't love them anymore, but because it hurts my heart to see them not living out their potential, and I don't want to spend my life being sad.

Is that wrong, Hypothetical Readers?

In other news, I have new blog buttons! Courtesy of  Her New Leaf's button freebies that I found via Pinterest.
Kira is super cute (she kind of looks like Holly!) and her design skills are amazing. Please go give her blog some lovin'.

Also, please continue to pop by South By City, the other blog I contribute to, for awesome funtime stuff!

Thanks for reading!

Rhya

FYI, I hate this song.

Here I Go Again, On My Own

Hello, world.
This is my umpteenth attempt at a blog. (A solo blog, that is).
I am also participating in a co-op blog over at South By City with the lovely Holly Ann, my bestie.
I have a previous Wordpress blog, but c'mon. Who uses that anymore?

At any rate, this blog is going to be wicked awesome. Some things like my Confessions from a Neurotic will copy over from South By City, but this is more of a place for me to think, muse, and express myself.
So if you like scatterbrained college artists spewing their crazy, this is the place for you!