I've gotten myself into a schedule where I wake up early and go to bed early. It's fantastic for productiveness at work, but by the time I get home I'm so exhausted that I never want to do anything. I need to work harder on getting myself to go out, do things, and live a normal life that isn't just work.
Of course, that's hard when you only hear work things, ever. Like when your mom calls out an SAT word to your sister, and you hear "ADAAA" and wonder why they are talking about the Americans with Disabilities Act Amendments Act. Or when you hear a child count to ten, and they said "678" and you have the urge to blow something up because you know it is the area code for Alpharetta, and ADP is located there. Every dream, every moment of waking life, everything revolves around my job. It is truly frightening.
My hair is straight again today. I guess I figured I bought the straightener so I may as well use it. Over the past five days, my hair has been straight four of them. When it's straight, my hair is really super long, and makes me think even more about cutting it. Cathy the Security Guard, Jeremiah, and several other people (including mommy dearest) have encouraged me to keep my hair long because "it's so pretty." I think I will get it trimmed but still keep it super long, and then in a few months when it's grown out a little bit more, I'll cut it off at the blonde, which will give me cute shoulder-length hair. Any thoughts?
This afternoon Jen, Samantha and I are going bridesmaid/groomswoman dress shopping. The wedding isn't until May, so I don't know if I want to buy a dress yet. I don't want to get the size I am now, because I hope that that size will be too big by the wedding. I don't want to get the next smallest size, because what if it's not? I need to find out when the last time I can order the dress is, and still have it come in in time. Anyway, it should be fun. Dress shopping with a purpose is probably one of my favorite things to do.
Speaking of Bobby and Jen's wedding, it's Memorial Day Weekend. I didn't realize it until yesterday, but that means that I am going to have to miss my [third-]cousin's Bar Mitzvah. Normally I'd go, but I barely know this kid. The only time I ever met him was at his brother's Bar Mitzvah a few years ago. I'm more sad about missing all the family that is going to gather in Baltimore. It will be okay, though. I wouldn't miss Bobby's wedding for the world, and this Bar Mitzvah is not the world.