fabulous bouncy curls

Not actually true of my life. But I love this way too much. And it fits this post oh-so-well.

So I haven't written in a while.
Hey, you can't get too mad at me. In one of my classes I am required to write a 25-page paper. In addition to that paper, I have midterms basically every week or so in my other classes, 20 hours of work a week which includes endless scores of papers to grade as a TA (unfortunately the professor has implemented a new system where instead of just turning in the papers and getting a score, students have to keep re-submitting the papers until they are at the point where they are good enough to be accepted. BANE OF MY EXISTENCE.), and of course trying to get enough sleep and still balance the social life. (And by "social life" I mostly just mean "dating life.")
Unsurprisingly, the sleep aspect has been a little on the lacking side lately.
And I have completely given up practicing piano. That is perhaps the saddest consequence of taking on too much this semester. No. Piano.

Anyways, I have plenty that I could and should write about. I have plenty of pictures of Travis I should probably post for you. I should probably write about how Murder Mystery went.

But instead, I am writing to tell you that


Today, I have fabulous bouncy curls.

I know, what a silly thing to tell you. But I just did.

I walked by a window earlier today and I looked at my reflection and I thought to myself, "Wow. My curls look fabulous and bouncy today." And then I shook my head a little bit because I knew it would make them bounce even more. Then I grinned at myself because I am vain.

And I just shook my head again to feel them bounce. And I grinned. And now I actually chuckled out loud and was asked rather facetiously by a co-worker, What are you laughing about?

This is actually quite a wonderful occasion, since my hair and I don't often get along. I'm always chopping it because I'm tired of the length or throwing it in ponytails because I'm sick of it or just giving up on it altogether. But I've decided to grow it out again...(for real this time)...and so far it's treating me quite well.

I think there is something about having boys around that makes me want to grow my hair out. Whenever I don't have any men-prospects in the picture, I chop my hair off. But whenever I have a man around, I feel the urge to grow out my hair. I think it might have something to do with the fact that I've always dreamed of having long hair at my wedding. I never actually think that I'm getting married in the near future, but whenever I have a man it means that I should probably at least consider the possibility that I might get married sometime sooner than 24 or 25 (which was always the plan).

And that makes me want to grow my hair out.
So, due to the fact that I have a man in close proximity to me quite frequently, I am growing out my hair. 

I hope your hair looks equally fabulous today.
And keep in mind that if I spontaneously chop my lovely locks, it probably means that Trav and I broke up.

Oh oh oh for some reason today I just love life so much! I'm attributing it to the bouncy curls. And also probably the fact that I'm going to see Breaking Dawn at midnight tonight. (And it was my BOYFRIEND'S suggestion!)