TheVacancy.Net Travelogue

Well, for starters, I won't be a striped bride. The wedding colors are still Red and White, rather than red, brassy yellow, bleachy orange, and white. Props to Michael T's Hairworks (Siegen and Perkins)--Kwang fixed my hair and busted her butt to do it the same day I called.

AMAZING. Unfotunately, I don't have my USB cable to show you pictures.

What? Lacey is unprepared to show pictures??

I'm 45 miles from home--in Killian, La. I didn't plan on having free time to blog about current events. This Saturday I'm getting married to Chad Pyle in St. Francisville. We're staying apart the week before the wedding..and it's a killer! I try not to think about it much, and so far I've been pretty successful. I've been trying so hard to finish projects, complete assignments, and basically stay ahead so I don't fall behind.

About my marriage to Chad, I have four words: I TOLD YOU SO!

:) He's my best friend
(Just don't tell my cat).

As an artist, I occasionally get a bright idea.

This morning, my bright idea included highlighting my own hair! I was a blonde little girl, and I want to be a blonde big girl, so I thought I'd take the short cut and do it at home with a $5 box of bleach.

As most tragedies start out, this one began with,"Hey, hold my beer..." except it was coffee and no one helped me into the box of bleach and x-rated-lookalike combs.



As you may have noticed, my bright ideas turned out not so bright. It actually came out a little brassy.

And a little striped. I had a striped idea.

My highlights came out like a bunch of yellow and orange stripes.



Fantastic.

Even better? I had lots of errands to run today. And I'm getting married in two weeks. I. Look. Like. A. Tiger. Looks like it's hats and headbands until I can get to a salon...

Just when I am in traffic on O'Neal Lane cussing every single person in front of me, behind me, or next to me--because, of course, I am the ONLY person in town who learned to drive--I must step back and reevaluate these thoughts.

Sure, I love people, and I love to meet people, but I don't want to get buddy-buddy with anyone in Friday afternoon traffic. To sum it up, I am quite cynical in traffic.

This week I have rediscovered the generosity in people. A friend of mine is going through a crisis right now, so to help her out, I sent out a mass e-mail asking for help. The response has been uplifting. Reinvigorating.

This small e-mail requesting help for a girl none of these people know has produced a chilling number of responses. I expected maybe one or two offers, but people have given me a refreshing outlook on strangers. She is equally astounded.

Moments like this remind me of Anne Frank, a hugely iconic girl from the Holocaust. One of her last journal entries written before the Nazis arrested her ended with, "I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart. "

Yes, Anne. They are. They really, really are. I stand corrected.



"I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart. " -- Anne Frank

Everyone knows reading the instructions is a waste of time. That's why they put pictures in the instructions, right?


After looking at all the pictures, we figured we'd just wing it.


Just a few more screws...



Shouldn't someone have been watching me...?



Monkeyshine.



Fantabulous.


We are some of the coolest friggin' people on the block.