I love-love-love What Not to Wear. I want a make-over so bad I can barely stand it. And, huh-lo, I wouldn't complain about a $5000 shopping spree in NYC. Normally, I change my hair every few months (fear of commitment much?), but this time around I'm determined to stick with it. Meanwhile, I'm getting a little restless with putting my make-up on the exact same way every day and cycling through my favorite outfits every week. If I can't be a participant on the show, I'll settle for just having Stacey London's hand-me-downs.
The longer my hair gets, the funkier I get. Or maybe I should say it makes me lazier. Something about longer hair makes me feel artsy or something (Annie and I had lots of talks about the "artsy" look this weekend, so I'm a little fixated on it right now). If my hair isn't perfectly straight, I think to myself, "Funky chic." If my hair is flat, I think, "So Euro." If my hair's is in a sloppy ponytail, I imagine myself being Kirsten Dunst chased by the paparazzi. Also, I see a lot of knit hats in my future.
A few days ago I said something I thought I'd never say... ever. Talking to Wade about our 6-to-4 ratio of girls to guys on our New Year's trip, he told me to feel free to invite more guys. And that's when I said it. That's when "I just don't have that many guy friends" tumbled out of my mouth. Whoa. Who am I? For the first time in my life, I'm not really "one of the guys" anymore. And I've got to be honest here... I kind of love it. I love girl talk and girls' night... I love borrowing each other's clothes, dolling up, and talking about our weddings and what we'll name our kids. My girlfriends are such an inspiration, such a beautiful example of the femininity that the Lord blessed our sex with. No dirty jokes, no spitting or farting... delightful.
As it turns out, I have the Midas touch. Every couple I touch turns to gold. Wade says I sit in my ivory tower and orchestrate matches between my friends. It really is incredible that every time I introduce my girl friends and guy friends at least one relationship ensues. They call me the puppeteer. How lucky they are to have a friend like me...!
After five days of a work-out hiatus, I have realized how addicted I am to exercise (another thing I thought I'd never say). Nothing compares to the high you get after a great gym session. It puts me in a better mood, and I feel so much healthier: I have more energy, I sleep better, I crave better food. And it's hard to beat the feeling of pulling on your favorite jeans and feeling like you have a little wiggle room. I even like feeling sore the day after a great work-out: hello accomplishment!
I have one more week to finish my joy reading, and then it's back to the textbooks. So if you need between now and then, I'll be in a quiet corner with my nose in a book.
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