That reminds me. Two friends are hijacking me to their favorite stylist for a makeover on Good Friday. Honestly, I'd love to be on one o those makeover shows except for the fact that I couldn't give them complete control. I just couldn't. But I'm tired of my shlubbiness. It's not that I have no taste. I have pretty damned good taste, actually. It's years of working jobs that pay pretty badly, taking care of a disability that health insurance doesn't really cover, and gaining weight from 2 years of solid stress. No money and weight gain means not much fits me anymore and I don't have money to buy things that do. Living on a construction site means I haven't been able to sew anything for myself for 2 years, either.
Anyway, it's very nice of my friends to take me to their stylist and it should be fun. Even if I don't like it, it'll grow out.
You know...I don't do anything anymore. I'm tempted to buy an orange jumpsuit and some hand weights and totally embrace the penal experience my day-to-day is beginning to resemble.
Except for the tribal rite that my ear just got, of course.
There is nothing on tv. Nothing. Sucks.
Curling is on! From Lowell, Mass.! (Maybe not on your tv since the game is Canada-Scotland)
No curling (but Lowell is VERY close by). There is candlepin bowling.
What I should do is SHOWER (what a novelty thought) and run to Radio Shack to see if they have a cheap universal remote. That way I can be even MORE lazy.
Haircut pictures:
Before.
Also before. (Note the XTREEEEM YETI-NESS!)
After. (Not the best picture, but whatever.)
Also after. (Not really intended to show off the hair, but to show off me embracing my inner Jilli -- just a little bit. [Don't mock me.])
(And that last picture is inspiring me to get my ass to the gym right the hell now.)
How many days till graduation?
Forty!
Cute-ass hair, Steph.
I'm going to go mark ten more days off my calendar. Glee!
Awwww...Emily's gonna go to Radio Shack, so I can continue to be lazy at home. I think I still might shower, though. It'll probably make me feel better. Then I might break out one of my new crochet projects...
Yay for Steph pictures!
