I think we're pretty

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Yes I made that dress (with a lot of help of course from The Source)

Whatever happened to them? They were like the best!

Labor Day Weekend

I spent Labor Day weekend in Hurricane. And yes that is Hurricane to the right, this is the view from on top of Molly's Nipple. This "semester" has been pretty crazy so far. I have been gone almost every single weekend since it started, and well, I guess that is just what happens when you aren't in school. I hitched a ride down Saturday night and came home Monday evening. It was a really short trip but let's be honest, any excuse to get out of Provo is joyously welcomed. I drove down with Joe Furse and his sister Mary after they left their cousin's wedding in American Fork. The drive of course entailed me updating Joe on all of my love life woes and my "theory" on dating and its games. Mary must think I'm crazy after those 3 hours of me non-stop talking. Joe did get a word in edgewise when he told me all about his own dating scene and needless to say, it just felt good to talk to people who would listen and still love me in the end :)

We got in around midnight, dropped my stuff off at Grandma and Grandpa's then went over to see Colton and his mission companion Garen, who was visiting for the weekend also (same Garen in earlier post). I had thought that the weekend would be nice and relaxing, nothing too out of the ordinary. But Colton upped and surprised me with all these plans he had made to show off beautiful Southern Utah to Garen who had never been down there. So we drove out South of Town, shot the 12 gage (I just like saying that because it sounds tough),

also shot a pistol - my first time,

drove through Zions,

and of course through Short Crik aka Colorado City or vice versa. Monday Joe, Colton and I hiked Molly's Nipple- an extremely steep hike that will be unforgiving if you ever chance to slip on the soft dirt. The boys have hiked it several times at night which I swear is impossible since I was going at a snail's pace on the way down, praying I didn't slip and slide off the mountain.

It isn't exactly a pretty hike until you reach the top and you get that amazing view of Hurricane and Pine Valley. And then if you turn to your left you can see St. George and if you look hard enough the D for Dixie College.

After a shower and lunch we headed back to Provo (Logan for Joe). Such a bittersweet parting. I did manage to leave with a few jars of peaches and apricots. Oh and sorry about all the pictures. I kind of went overboard with the picture-taking. After hiking I checked the camera for how many I took and I was far past 100 (this is hardly 2 days were talking about).

Funny story: also after hiking Joe was reading the newspaper and flipped to the Zodiac daily fortunes. Mine began as follows, "You may feel as though you are in the center of a hurricane right now." You got that dang straight.

Oh and we saw a house that one of my "greats" built when my family originally owned a bunch of land up by Mt. Carmel

And while out there we saw this road, which has the best name ever. I could only imagine this in some Mark Twain story

Song of the week

Which may actually turn into a couple weeks or so...

"Bandstand in the Sky" by Pete Yorn (Nightcrawler album).

Christmas wish list

I found what I want for Christmas on Saturday-

I just bought

I heart it...a lot...

I almost burnt our kitchen down

Friday night Tara, Joslyn, Travis and I were watching 17 Again after work. It was meant as a girls' night but Travis is amazing and wiley and managed to weasle his way into playing with us. I was on the couch waiting for some water I had on the stove to start boiling, not really paying attention to it, just waiting to eat some Mac and Cheese like a normal starving college student who can't afford a more gourmet meal. I don't know how long I had been sitting there when all of the sudden Travis turned towards me, flung his arm out and whacked me in the eye. He managed then to grab my arm like he had originally planned to and say in a very calm, reassuring voice "Don't worry, your kitchen is on fire, but I got it." Ok...I'm not worrying. Wait, WHAT?!?!?!

As I rushed into the kitchen after Travis with a stinging eye I saw a giant flame engulfing the pot on the stove. In all his manlyhood and glory, Travis immediately picked up the pot of water and dumped it onto the greedy fire. With the fire put out and the three of us girls standing in awe and shock I realized that had Travis not been there I would not have known what to do with the fire. His courage did not go unnoted, I gave him a giant hug and told him that I planned on us being friends forever because of that.

A typical day

Monday August 10, 2009
Bedtime: midnight

Tuesday August 11, 2009
3:30am Awoke from short slumber and rolled off air mattress I shared with my best friend that night.

4:00am Left Pleasant Grove and drove up to Salt Lake to drop brother-in-law off at airport. Managed a coherent conversation full of updates on boys and work.

4:37am Left Salt Lake airport and started blasting the tunes, fearful of falling asleep on drive home.

5:12am Reached PG - not tired in the least...

5:15-7:45am Dropped iPod into dock and continued to let mind wander aimlessly through the lyrics of heart broken musicians. Took a scalding hot shower, checked email, ate breakfast, watched TV, got ready for the day, did laundry and dishes.

7:45-8:25am Attempted to sleep, ended lying in bed staring at the wall

8:25-9:00am Finished getting ready, tidied up house, drove to work

9:00-5:30pm Worked through a consistent grogginess, took lunch with roommate and friend, licked 19 envelopes, gave myself 18 small cuts on my finger with an Xact-O knife (I was cutting vinyl)

5:30-6:30pm Went back up to PG to take dog out and feed her, watched some Disney channel

7:00pm Back in the 'Vo talking to friend about my day

7:30pm-8:20pm Went and bothered guy friends. Invited myself over and overtook their lovesac

8:20-9:20pm Grocery shopping with roomies

9:25-11:00pm Swimming with friends and Starburst unwrapping contest

11:00pm Turned down invitation to go watch meteor shower up the Provo Canyon...needed to get back to PG and sleep

11:00pm-2:00am Drove back up to PG, did more laundry, watched more Disney and TiVoed shows, baked a pie...

2:25am Finally fell asleep after a 23 hour day

Budgeting Joys

One of my closest friends growing up posted on her and her hubbie's blog about mint.com. Since I've been struggling with budgeting myself, especially since my parents have let me out on my own, I decided to check it out. My first reaction after I had set up my account and seen where my money was going was "ACK!!!" It's a really cool website and it puts everything into graphs and pie charts; creates a budget for you and sends you warnings when your checking account is low. Anyway, I suggest checking it out, I think I am in love with it already and we've only been in a relationship for about 15 mintues.

Work has its disadvantages

Guess who came in to work today? My old man friend who likes to hit on me. This time he asked if I wanted to work Saturday morning with him at the Farmer's Market from 7-10am. I told him Saturday was my day to sleep in. But he persisted and said I should seriously come harrass him for payback. He also managed to touch my hand every chance he got, so I stopped holding the mouse when I didn't need to be on checking anything on the computer and just held my hands in my lap. As he was leaving he told me to have a good day and then said "Harrassment on Saturday" and winked. I threw up a little bit in my mouth...

My boss heard most of that and said that the next time he comes in he's gonna say something to the guy. I'm really starting to think of investing in a fake engagement ring. And not just because of creepy, wrinkly man. I also had a couple younger guys giving me the eye today. I'm not bragging, cross my heart. Ok maybe just a little. :) haha

Bad News Bears

Why am I awake at 4am? Why you ask? Why? I'm asking that too. Why, why WHY?!?!?!

Because I went park hopping tonight. Muwhahaha It was much fun. But for some reason I feel so old. I'm not use to staying up past midnight much anymore. I'm such an old fart. The next thing you know I'll be complaining about my arthritis.

But technically I can't really complain about tonight because I had a lot of fun.

11:00pm last night

When we get to the afterlife, will we look back on our time here on Earth and remember everything? Will we still feel heartache over broken dreams? Will we remember the pain from a torn heart, the anxiety felt over things to come, the fear from standing alone in the dark, the frustration when things didn't turn out? Will we still be learning lessons from our mistakes we made here?

Is heaven like the Les Miserables song, a place where no one cries?

Is heaven just rainbows and butterflies?

I hope not. I can't imagine that everything will feel amazing if we are unable to continue to feel pain and heartache.

I wish we will be able to vividly remember our time here on Earth. If not, why do I risk being vulnerable for a boy? Why do I put myself out there and take my chances on life?

If knowledge is the one thing we take with us, does that include memories?

Music Obsession

Josh told me about Urban Outfitters' blog where they post a free music playlist every now and then. You can download the whole playlist or just each individual song. He had me listen to this song by Passion Pit called "Sleepyhead" and I am officially in love with it. It's pretty funky, but I still dig it. Go here and scroll down to Passion Pit. Some of the other songs are good too, like "Neo Violence" by The Tough Alliance, "Inland Empire" by Peter, Bjorn, & John, and "An Eluardian Instance" by Of Montreal.

"Along comes Mr. Alligator, quiet as can be..."

You know how kids are usually afraid of monsters under their beds? When I was younger I was always afraid of alligators and crocodiles hiding under my mattress, no joke. I use to imagine their snapping snouts rising up from the darkness as I laid on my back with the pillows bunched around my body; trying to protect myself from their nasty teeth.

Apparently my fear was not so outlandish after I discovered a present my younger sister received from a friend:

Color Me Mine

I miss As You Wish in AZ. It's a paint and pottery place by AMC theatre off of Stapley. Well, I didn't miss it until a bunch of us girls from back home went to Color Me Mine on Friday night. Tara Garner, Lindsey Hansen, Joslyn Whiting, Bree Webster, Lindsey's roommate Ani and I all went out to dinner at the Pizza Factory Friday night right after I got off work. Then we were gonna go see The Proposal but it was sold out, so we got hookups through Ani's sister and went and painted pottery! It was sooo much fun. I forgot how delightful girls' nights are. Totally stress free, no worries and we can gossip about our loves lives all we want.



I just painted a small bowl to put bobby pins in. I've painted smaller ones back home that match and that I just keep on my desk or dresser for chapstick, half sticks of gum, change, rings, hair ties, and anything else I find in my pockets when I get home or things I take out of my hair when going to sleep and I'm too lazy to get out of my bed. They're actually really handy. So the bowl I painted on Friday matches them. I'll add pictures of the final product after we pick them up. But here's one of us girls with some random ones we picked up for posing's sake:

I couldn't hide

My friend came back. My boss, Dan, told me to hang out in the work room with the boys while they finished putting the gromets in his banners. He was looking out for me like a good boss. When I gave the banners to the guy he shook my hand again. He also gave me permission to go hassle him at the Farmer's Market tomorrow to get back at him for hassling me. I'm planning on leaving the country so I have the best excuse ever to not show up. After he left Dan came into the front and pointed out that that time I even got a shoulder touch. I had the shivers after he left. Mr. Random is missing a front tooth, and wears a low cut button up shirt (in case you needed a visual). Dan said that Megan - the girl whose spot I took - never got that atttention when he came in before. Then again she was pregnant. Maybe I need a fake engagement ring. I'll look into that...

I'm basically a big deal

I recently got hired at Fastsigns in Provo and it's basically awesome. I work with four other guys and am the only girl, which makes things a lot more bearable (I get along with guys better than girls, plus it makes me the "special" one). I'm working 40 hours and I do a lot of stuff. I work the front desk answering calls, taking orders, giving estimates and quotes, I help out with the "weeding" and proofing the layouts. It's pretty crazy and it keeps me busy, which I love. I like being busy, makes me feel productive and like I am needed. Which I am. I am totally needed here :)

So far my favorite story of the week besides hitting my knees excessively on the counter when I sit on the stool, happened today. An old man came in, correction - a creepy old man came in to order a banner. He saw the ring that I wear on my right hand and asked if it was a CTR ring and I said no. He then heaved a sigh of relief, grasped my hand and said "I'm so glad that you aren't one of those girls." And in my head I was thinking, "Well it doesn't say CTR, but it says STAND, as in 'Stand for truth and righteousness.'" Little did he know. He then asked where I was from, I said Arizona, whereupon he sighed another sigh of relief, closed his eyes, grasped my hand and said "good." Of course I told him that I am going to school up here, however, but he told me to get out. "Get out now, while you can. Don't get married, don't get pregnant." He told me to fall in love several times and even then don't get married because the guy won't deserve me (sweet, but weird too). He told me to not do what he did, and that he is moving to Hawaii and if I "see the light" that I can come visit whenever I want to (ok pops, whatever you say). "Go away for a couple of years and think about it. Then come back and see if you still want to get married and what not." He told me about this book that some woman wrote entitled "Do Gentlemen Prefer Blonds" even the title sounds sketchy. The book is about how we "work," in his words. All about hormones and how humans connect. When telling me this he decided to give a demonstration on what exactly she wrote about. So he said "For instance, if we were just looking into each other's eyes...(this is where he stared deeply into my eyes)...then people like each other better then if they were just doing whatever." I'm pretty sure I liked him less when I caught a glimpse into his soul. I finally managed to get him to pay for his order and get out of there. But I am now determined to get married, and get pregnant, just to spite him.

My boss Dan had heard bits of the conversation so when Mr. Random left I explained what the heck that was all about. He's coming back in later to pick up his banner. I fully intend to be in the bathroom when I see him coming. That or get all three of the guys to stand somewhere close by in case he decides to kidnap me away to Hawaii with him. I could try chaining myself to the counter. He could try, but fail. It was just weird; weird and creepy.

Other than that, work is awesome. I finally made it into the "club" with my refillable McDonald's cup, so I am now just as cool as the boys when we go get our refills on caffeine. I did miss the first Pizza Friday though due to a family lunch. But leftovers were saved for me. The boys also got to here my boy drama and how last night's date went. I don't really care whether they care or not, they get to hear me talk no matter what they say. Oh the bliss of rambling and knowing you can practically say anything and it won't phase anyone. It's fun :D

I have a new job. It's rad. I'll write more later. Plus I finally have my first first cousin once removed. My cousin Jen had her first baby Friday morning. Congrats!

Recent thoughts

"To love involves trusting the beloved beyond the evidence, even against much evidence. No man is our friend who believes in our good intentions only when they are proved. No man is our friend who will not be very slow to accept evidence against them. Such confidence, between one man and another, is in fact almost universally praised as a moral beauty, not blamed as a logical error. And the suspicious man is blamed for a meanness of character not admired for the excellence of his logic."
~C.S. Lewis

That I could have this figured out perfectly - what joy, what bliss would be mine in my feelings for those special others in my life.

The ink on my fingers has faded hasn't it?

Did you all die? I feel like I've lost my audience. No one has commented in ages. Maybe my posts are just getting boring. Oh dear, am I getting boring? I knew I was old, but not THAT old. I swear my life is interesting! There are just few stories I can share with what happens on 100 different calls a day. Although there are quite a few interesting stories...Maybe I'll share them. Ok, I'll share them. Laugh please, comment please, tell me I'm not loosing my touch!

When you forget socks...

There is a line in my work office/space, where the desks and cubicles of the customer service kids sit. Where we stare at computer screens and answer phones around the clock, trying to appease frustrated parents whose children need to graduate tomorrow but have yet to finish their online classes. This line exists between two sections of the desks, and it separates the warm seats from the cold ones. As you sit there in your solitary world of post-it notes, lost pens, and Clorox wipes, your body's defences for keeping warm slowly put their guard down and you can find yourself on either side of this line: you can sit near the front in the heat, sweltering, wondering "why me?" and begging for a breath of fresh air. Or you sit in the back, further away from the outside world and freeze, fight over the space heater with a dozen other skirt-clad girls.

Or...you can find your own solution, and go barefoot and heat up your freezing toes on the warmth emitted from the PC at your feet. It works wonders I swear.

Saturday despondency

I've been up since about 5 this morning. It's been almost a 20 hour day for me. I'm tired, emotionally drained, physically drained, mentally drained. Is there any other type of "drained" I could be, because I am. It's been a long day and it wasn't long because of how busy I was. It was long because I sat around doing nothing but playing the "oh woe is me" game and talking to myself. Whether it was talking myself out of thinking unkind thoughts, or talking myself into trusting someone, or telling myself to stop crying and suck it up, or telling me that everything will be ok once I start working and getting busy with life this summer. I'm going crazy, but what's new. We all talk to ourselves right? Sheesh, I hope so, or else you better lock me up.

I'm so tired but I just can't seem to let my body and mind fall into the void of slumber. My thoughts are exhausted, there's nothing left to think of, but my body is ready to go run a 5K. I just wish that there was fairy dust for sleeping or something, or just a switch on our bodies that just shut everything off with one push. Feeling kind of like a Debbie Downer. Don't worry, happier posts are coming soon.

Co-ink-a-dink?

The author of the Amelia Bedelia books, Peggy Parish, died the year I was born - 1988.

Shocking news

While studying my brains out yesterday, I received a call from Erin. I had my headphones in since I was jamming to music on Pandora's radio, and as I picked up my phone and began to pull the earpiece out of my right ear, I received a nasty shock. Bad enough that I saw sparks...It was cool! But it left my ear tingling for a bit.

That's the best "study story" I've got so far. Aside from rescuing Kelly from organizational behavior notes long enough to eat J-Dawgs and sit outside in the sun. I love the spring/summer weather, as long as it isn't raining...or snowing

Wait, I thought is was April...

This is sooooo wrong!

First you read, then you watch

They made a MOVIE!

I <3 my computer

I finally got a new charger for my computer and I cannot tell you how good it feels to not bum a charger off of Kelly, or a computer off my roommate, and it's so nice to have all my own documents and music! C'est bien!!!

Hoven Sunglasses and Amadeo Decada Clothing representation on my baby. Look them up! They're both really rad companies.

Why Mothers understand us best

After a trying week with boys my mom sent me this quote about love:

"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."
- Matt Groening

My two beauties

I finally got pictures of my two beauties (posted about them here). They're beautiful. I'm in love. I can't wait till I can get my hands on one of them and fix 'er up.

(Broken) Heart Day

Valentine's Day is not my favorite holiday. Which is why I love the book "The Unvalentine" by Sam Beeson. Read it, you'll love it. I'll still enjoy making Valentines this year with my sisters, but for all the other mushy, precious things, my feelings are a bit cynical:

Wednesday's Musings, 2 days late

Wednesday was an odd day. I can't really explain what was going on, all I know is that I was in the zone and life felt way too realistic to not notice some random things. Here are just a few of the sporadic thoughts that I had throughout my day:

I saw a car that reminded me of an ex-boyfriend. I didn't cry until I saw the way that the sun hit the snow-covered mountains...there are better things to cry about than old boyfriends.

I drove with the sunroof and the windows down and relished in the cold air. I missed summer.

I miss my music. I use to listen to music way too much, I was always plugged into my earphones or had my speakers on. My best friend now has my speakers and I feel like I'm missing out on something important if my ears are plugged. I was wrong, I'm going back to having a constant soundtrack in my life.

I realized my calling in life is to be a mom when I picked up my niece after her nap. I cried.

I had an epiphany about life: I am in control, I am in control of whether or not I am happy...yeah, took me 21 years to realize that.

I went hot tubbing with friends the other night and met a girl who was 18, that's when I realized that I'm old.

I'm happy, completely content. Peaceably happy.

Waiting is overrated. Boys still stink, but I'm not waiting around for them anymore.

Hiccups

Hiccups. That's all the drama with boys is, hiccups. There's nothing more serious about it, and you should be able to get rid of the problem by just drinking water. Hiccups. If we saw every challenge thrown at us (whether it's a science test or a stupid kid who can't seem to make up his mind about you) as hiccups then maybe they would seem less ominous and maybe we might understand how petty the problem really is and then we wouldn't stress incessantly about them. Hiccups. The joy with hiccups is that you can laugh about them, so why not laugh about your problems? Hiccups. Everyone gets them, so everyone can relate to you, hopefully, and not think less of you for all the drama in your life. Hiccups. Sure they cause a little pain while they last but once they're gone you feel so good afterwards that ahh...life just feels perfect. Hiccups. I hate them.

Man's best friend

I didn't have the best, uh, mid-afternoon today. But I did finally learn what it means when they say dog is man's best friend. I had just gotten off the phone with a friend and was feeling extremely overwhelmed and emotionally frustrated. I collapsed onto the couch in an overly dramatic heap and of course started to cry. That was when Fern and Josh's beagle Navy jumped up on to the couch next to me, and completely nosed her way into my lap. It was as if she knew that I was sad and needed comfort. Especially since the way she instantly forced her head into my lap gave me little time to decide whether I even wanted to snuggle up to someone. It also helped to give me perspective on my problems and to stop crying and take a deep breath.

That moment

You know that moment before getting into bed where your body is saying, "Ok, enough, let's sleep!" Where your mind has turned to mush and yet you can't stop thinking about half a billion things, or maybe just one teeny tiny thing like what could I possibly wear tomorrow. It's the moment where you just got home and grabbed a bowl of cereal, where you begin to reflect back on your day and start to think of what tomorrow brings. The moment where you pull out your scriptures, say your prayers, finish a chapter from the new novel you're reading, and then you realize...you're not tired at all. You can't stop thinking about what so-and-so said earlier, or what they did. Every gesture towards you gets analyzed, every stress is brought back into your mind, and everything that you must do or not do suddenly leaps into the forepart of your brain and gosh darn it! What's the point of even lying here anymore?!

You know that moment? Well I'm there.

Addie Bo Baddie

"Adeline, Adeline, my dear, precious Adeline." Now just imagine singing that over and over again while baby Addie is crying in the back seat...

Watching Addie has been a lot of fun! I watch her Monday-Friday noon until 6pm. We're finally starting to get into a regular routine, although some days it gets a little jumbled up depending on her mood or everyone's schedules. I love being able to get away from my apartment and campus and it is unbelievably nice to finally have someone who actually needs me! :) She's such a precious little doll, but holy cow I swear she is growing by the day! She's gotten so big and she babbles like crazy every day. She does this new thing where she says, "Nay, nay, nay" a whole bunch and I like to believe she's saying Navy.

I'm so glad I was able to watch her this semester. I'm taking two classes online which helps free up my schedule a lot. I'm also taking two other classes, one on MWF mornings and the other TTH nights. I haven't fallen asleep in my night class yet, amazing I know, I think it's because I tell myself each class that I need to learn something new that day, and then I spend the rest of the hour searching for something in the class discussion that I didn't already know. I try to get some homework done while Addie sleeps but I usually end up tidying up or slipping in a little shuteye myself (actually I've only done that once and that was because she finally took a nap longer than 45 minutes yesterday).

Homecomings and other ramblings

Two of my friends from high school (twin brothers) got home from their missions over Christmas break. They had a small open house and a few of my friends and I went over just to pop in and say hi. We decided that reunions like those are weird. For one, you want to sit down and hear all about the experiences they had but you don't want to ask the typical, "how was your mission?" question. Plus, they just want to sit and relax, take deep breaths and let the fact that they're home slowly hit them. Then it's your turn to talk. What do you say? "I'm good." They ask about school, "Oh you're at BYU?" No surprise there. You can only talk about school and work for so long before you reach the social life. But it's not like us girls are about to spew out every heart break we've had for the past two years. And it's not like they even really want to know. At least with these boys maybe not. They're just old high school buddies, they don't really care if you're dating or not. It's different with guys you were really friends with. Like the boys from our freshman year. We know for sure that the second they're home we are gonna sit them down and gush out all our woes and joys that we have had in the last 24 months before they can even object to it.

Friendships are interesting that way. Some friends from your childhood/teenage years you see and, quite frankly, you don't really stress if you talk to them again. But others you see and you just can't wait to hear what they have been learning and doing. I think with the guys from our freshman year, since they were more like our second family, we really do care. We had gotten to know them better and in different ways than we could have with older friends because we were all going through the same crazy college stuff together and we literally were with each other 24/7. Am I just rambling now? Anyway, all the boys are starting to get home and we're all excited. I can't wait till next summer when all the "Originals" boys get home.

Fuzzy teeth

Why is it that your mouth usually tastes more worse after you put a peppermint in it that it did before?

What I want to be when I grow up

My new career choice is to be an expert on love.

Then when all my friends come to me for advice, they'll actually listen to what I have to say because I will be an expert, and who could doubt that?

Just a little cold

It's SEVEN degrees outside!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Made of Plastic

Growing up my sisters and I played with Playmobil basically 24/7. If you don't know what they are you're totally missing out. I definitely am a supporter of handmade and wooden toys, but my favorite plastic toy ever were Playmobil dolls (they're like bigger Legos).

We found out one day that you can actually pop the hair off of their heads, which enabled us to change hair colors and styles with the girls (the guys were too boring to do anything with). We had fun switching the maid in the black dress from a brunette to a blond and the beautiful princesses from blonds to brunettes. Short bobs to long braids, etc. Since my hair dying escapade I've constantly found myself passing a window or mirror and doing a double-take and exclaiming "Oh my gosh I have brown hair!" Causing more exclamations from friends of "We know!!!" So the other day I sauntered into the bathroom and had the strangest sensation ever: I felt like a Playmobil doll!!! I felt like someone had taken the cap of my hair off and switched it with some other brunette. I didn't just remember that memory of us nibbling off the heads and leaving teeth marks in the plastic, nope I actually felt like I had a wig on or something and I thought of the plastic dolls. Seriously, it was weird.

Guess what I did?

Monday morning brought a sense of spontaneity and I dyed my hair brown. I honestly didn't even think about it and just said, yes, let's do it. And we did! (We meaning Callie and I. She was dying her hair and in the process asked if I wanted to do mine. So we just switched off, I dyed hers and she finally got a hold of my hair and dyed mine) Don't worry it's not a crazy dark brown, the color is called golden brown actually, and that's what it looks like. I like it, I won't lie, not as much as the blond of course, I mean being the only blond in my group of friends makes me unique, plus I don't mind the prejudice I get from my hair color, it just means I blow people away when I prove that I'm actually smarter than they expected. Pictures to follow, just haven't had much opportunity to really take pictures, and if we have they aren't on my camera.

Signing off:
The newest brunette in town