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The hair-dying has been a success!
katemusicandstuff asked for photos, so here they are~
Ignore how weird they are, one's old and the only way I could get my hair color to show nicely in the new one was to get really close to the camera -shrug-
It feels really, really good. I think I was getting tired of my hair being such a flat brown color, and I've always wanted red. Yes. This was good.
katemusicandstuff replied to your post: Oh shoot I’ve already forgotten the questions.. ummmm 1, 15 and 28?
Oh that’s horrible about your dog!
He was my baby and I loved him very much <3 I'm only grateful now that he was around for as long as he was (around ten years) and that I saw it coming. Of course I never wanted for him to go away, but I could tell he was getting old and I knew, at the vet's, that he'd reached the end of his rope. It didn't help anything much, but at least earlier that day when I was taking him for a walk I had the foresight to stop for a minute and pet him and tell him he was good and that I loved him. I don't care if dog's don't understand English; I'm just glad he heard it. C:
Oh shoot I've already forgotten the questions.. ummmm 1, 15 and 28?
I've forgotten all of the questions too lol I SHALL FIND THEM
1. Full name: Emelia Mae. Most people just call me Emmie, though. In fact, nobody calls me Emelia. My actual name is used so infrequently that there was a time in my life where I literally didn't know how to spell it.
15. Meaning behind my URL: OKAY so for some reason, since I was like thirteen, I'd used peanutbutter as a screen-name on like every site I was on. So, since I was really into Doctor Who when I made my tumblr (and still am), I decided to spice it up. Peanutbutter became Fezpeanut.
28. A confession: Oooh. Tough. Okay, I'll go: I had really weird night terrors up to four/five weeks after my dog died. I hid them because I was certain that I'd be told off for overreacting by my dad (though, in retrospect, talking about them would have probably helped a lot). I don't know if this is like a CONFESSION, but it was definitely something I played close to my chest when it was going on. I only told my cousin and my best friend about the night terrors at all; I'd wake up from half-dozes absolutely certain that I was hearing my dog again (he had bone cancer in his leg and the night he died, he fractured his shoulder. There was a lot of screaming). It was terrifying, and I didn't get decent sleep for a very, very long time. It feels a lot better to talk about it now.
My story which I have left some parts out of because it was getting really long so sorry if it doesn't make sense.
Nerdfighteria has not exactly been an easy world to be in. I'll just start of with that.
I live in a tiny town (when I say tiny, I mean the population is at most 250 people, and most of them are old and crusty), so it's hard enough to meet new people. My high school is about an hour away, and there can't be more than 100 students. I had a lot of trouble fitting in there, simply because I wasn't a sports-playing, weight-lifting, partying sort of jock. I tried the whole sports scene, but it never really worked for me; I just wasn't that kind of person.
By the time I was in high school, I was seriously depressed. There were only two basic groups in my school, and when I decided sports wasn't my thing, I ended up with the other group: the stoners. Needless to say, it didn't end well.
After a mental breakdown and a 14 day stint in rehab, my parents decided to pull me out of school for a short period. That time seemed like eternity, but going back to school was even worse. I was trying to pull my life back together, and get back into music, so when I looked around, I realized I had no friends. None at all. Going through life like that was a horrible experience, and I soon turned to the internet.
I would spend hours alone in my room while my siblings were out practicing their sports. Before long, I discovered Nerdfighteria. I loved it right away. There were people just like me, Whovians, Potterheads, musicians, and people who truly loved to learn. By this time, it was the summer of 10th grade, and I spent it skipping my 11th grade(to get out of my hellhole of a small town) and watching Brotherhood 2.0. I even found Nerdfighters in yourpants who I went to the Harry Potter premiere with.
Even though I thought there were no nerdfighters at school, the idea that there could be people like me out there, somewhere gave me enough confidence that I actually started talking to people. Soon, I had a boyfriend, and found out that his sister was just starting to get into nerdfighteria.
It's really been an amazing experience. The internet is a wonderful place. Even though being one of the two nerdfighters in my tiny little area can be lonely at times, it's taught me to reach out to others. It's helped me start to get a grip on my depression. Nerdfighters like Hank, Alex Day, Kristina Horner, and Luke Conard helped me get back into music. John helped me get back into reading again. Everyone in general taught me how to be myself.
And when I'm being myself, the whovian, the potterhead, the badly-dressed band geek, the awkwardly shy girl, is when I'm most happy.
--katemusicandstuff
