Fun With Hair

I may have gotten sick of my split ends and I may have allowed Joel to snip off a healthy chunk of it at work and I may have played with the chopped hair afterward. But I admit nothing.

Megan and I didn't plan it, but sometimes great minds think alike.

Grrr

So you know when you come up with the perfect Christmas present for someone only to realize that it's too late to have it ready by Christmas? I'm really frustrated. Most especially since it would have been so perfect! So what do you do in such cases? Tell them that they have to wait another month until they get their present? Get them something else and hold onto it until their birthday? I so very seldom get great ideas and I am very much annoyed!

Halloween!

Halloween has become a holiday on which one of my personalities gets highlighted. Last year I was Abby from NCIS. This year (at least for the institute choir party) I was a Greek goddess. What does that say about me? Why don't you tell me...

**Missing from the above picture is the circlet I wore on my head made of grape vines and eucalyptus leaves**

Addictive Behaviors

I've known for quite some time that I have an addictive personality, so it should come as no surprise to me that I put everything aside in order to read, watch a favorite television show, or eat for hours. I'm constantly trying to combat this tendency to do only one thing every night when I get home by convincing myself to do a crossword, sudoku, or work jumbles as those are at least exercising my mind. I've even taken to walking every night after it cools down. However, none of these distractions have become addicting for me, most likely because they are not detrimental to my health. So on Friday after work I bought a puzzle from a second-hand store as yet another attempt to avoid watching too many movies or TV shows.

Guess who finished a 996 piece puzzle today? Yep - aside from going to the farmers market, seeing a play, and attending church, I have spent my weekend doing a puzzle until my fingers are numb (mostly due to the frigid temperature in my apartment) and my back and bum ache. Who would have thought someone would need an intervention from doing puzzles? I fear that there are no real benefits, mental or otherwise, from this new addiction, making it just as bad as my other ones. If only I were addicted to cleaning, or cooking, or running... Anyone know a good hypnotist?

New Beginnings

Last week it was announced that the singles wards in Salt Lake would be reorganized and today we found out that only 25 people in our current ward fall inside the new ward boundaries. The aim behind the reorg is that more-active wards (like mine which has over 80%) are to be split and shared between less-active wards so that in order to fill callings, members will be forced to find more members to participate actively in church. Or something to that effect. I'm a fan of shaking it up, so I'm excited for the meeting next Tuesday when we'll find out what ward/stake/building we're all in.

Saturday I got to go to the Haymond's talent show - which I should receive accolades for as I taught Creed the song he sang. Awesome.




In other good news, my car has yet to die despite my transmission fluid being black sludge with metal filings, although I did drive a pretty sweet Mazda 6 in Chicago and I wouldn't cry if I had to own one. Joel says it fits me.



I've started working out on a daily basis in hopes that when the weather finally cooperates, I'll be able to hike without killing myself. With all of these people saying how great being "in shape" is, I figured it was worth a try.

The Urge to Pontificate

I love living life in a student ward - it's like life starts over for everyone every four months. It's kind of rejuvenating seeing all of these people constantly experience the cycle of the student. The first week of school, everyone is pretty excited until the realization that there is so much work to be done in such a short period of time and then everyone hits the trough of despair. Pretty soon afterward, students hit their stride and have everything under control and can enjoy life while still acing their classes. Two weeks before finals, there is a heaviness in the air - everyone is hitting their stress threshold and are just hanging on until the blessed release of being done. Finals come and go, and after spending a couple of weeks doing little to nothing, the cycle starts again with the following semester.

It's reassuring to me to be surrounded by the familiar cycle even though I haven't been a student for almost two years because it seems like whenever I move into another phase of my life the past phases become nothing more than dreams - things that happened to another person a long time ago. Living in a student ward gives me the feeling of living in the past and the present, which I'm enjoying greatly since up until now, I've mostly been living for the future. This discourse is at an end.

Wig Fetish

So I discovered something about myself that I always suspected, but never quite knew: I love wigs. I really wish that I had a room full of human-hair wigs so I could change my head like Mombi from Return to Oz whenever the inclination hits.







Everyone thinks that she was so creepy, but she just liked to change things up every now and then.