self-cut bangs.

I stood in front of my bathroom sink, staring into the mirror for the longest time before I reached for the hairstyling scissors in my make-up bag. Though it’s not much of a change, I trimmed my growing bangs, ridding myself of the curtain of hair that covered my eyes when let down. It seems like this is a habit of mine..no. Not habit. It’s more like a way of dealing with the current situations in my life that plummet me into an emotional state.. I always change my appearance (or at least, attempt to) whenever I’m in a weird emotional stump. Tattoos, piercings..though hair is the best (and oftentimes cheapest) way of expressing my inner sentimental self. Think of every one of my physical altercation as a changing color of a mood ring.

Yup, that’s me. Hannah Renee Joan d’Arc Song, the chameleon of the human condition.

J-DILLA “RAISE IT UP”

It’s been a while, foreal. Honestly, I think this is my first (published) post of February.
(Trust me, I’ve blogged away my life these past few days in furious emotion but saved them as drafts.)
There’s not really much to say. This month’s been a weird one for me so far.

Feelin’ nonchalant about everything.
Wanting to get away (escapist in my own way, for sure). Not really stoked for much.
That’s just the unmotivated Hannah speaking.

Anyway.

Monday was the birthday of “your favorite producer’s favorite producer”, J-Dilla.
Went to Little Temple and rocked out to classic (and ingenious) J-Dilla tunes.