Informative, non-important post. Just because I have a little free time to waste. And yes, I do mean, waste.

My Kristin gave me a haircut. I like it. More feathering in the front. And now my curling iron decides to start working with me. For some odd reason for the whole summer my curling iron decided to protest asian hair and would not let my hair meld together in pretty curls. But now, with the added layers, the curls are once again back.

My portfolio project in 365 is giving me a literal headache. I worked on it for about 8 hours on Sunday. And I'm not even half through with it. The work isn't hard, just very time consuming. And it's very repetitive. Well, I suppose that's because the two projects I've been working on are pretty much 12 of the same things over and over. So 24 mini projects of the same boring thing. Maybe it will get better. In a little over a week it will be all good though. Hopefully. As long as I can schedule a time to observe a child day care. Which is stressing me out slightly. Way to procrastinate Becca. I don't know what I was thinking.

I have been going back and forth as to whether I like my wedding dress or not. And I've been so close to showing it to Matthew to get his approval. If he didn't like it, I would seriously go out and personally buy another one so as not to put my parents out. No return policy. But today I am back to liking it... a lot. It is different. It is classic. It is beautiful. It makes me look like a bride and not a homecoming queen... which was definitely on my list of wants and needs. I do have to rethink the rest of my look from goddess to something a little more neutral... and I'm not sure what that is quite yet. It is romantic and straight just how I wanted. But pretty much, this dress is the exact opposite of everything I ever dreamed of in a wedding dress. And I suppose that fits. Matthew isn't who I imagined as a junior higher walking down the aisle with me. And no, I'm not referring to Jon, the best man! (for those of you who don't know that story, it's a good one that I'm sure will be told at the reception at some point or another) But Jon does fit the mold a little more. Blonde hair, blue eyes, killer smile, tanned complexion. That's what I always thought. Never would I have imagined a brown haired, brown eyed guy who doesn't care about his tan. But he is the one. No doubt about it. So maybe this different dress fits perfectly.

I have to work 38 hours this week at J.Crew. Thankfully, I do not have to go in to my internship tomorrow. I love my internship, but I could definitely use the sleep. And the Matthew time. I work from 6-12 every week night and then 12- 8:30 on Saturday. I guess it's not so bad. I'll make around my budget for Christmas presents I think. So that will be nice. But it's a long haul. Especially with my portfolio project due next week. Ah well. Only this week and one extra weekend and I can say goodbye to J.Crew forever. No more headsets. No more irritating customers. And no more slow days where I sit doing nothing but literally gazing at my diamond. Sure, I could have this at whatever other job I find, but hopefully it will be a little more friendly. Hopefully I'll enjoy my coworkers a little more. Hopefully I'll be able to find something I'm actually interested in instead of a waste of time job in retail. If I were interested in J.Crew or fashion, sure it'd be great. But as I am not pursuing a career in either... I can handle quitting. So long and farewell. You will not be missed.

My roommate burnt popcorn in my microwave and the room stinks. This happened 5 days ago! And the room still stinks. No matter how many times I clean my microwave or air it out or open the window or febreeze, nothing is helping with the stench. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of the dorm. I'm sick of having no parking. I can't wait to have a house of my own. I know, that won't happen for at least 2 more years. And that is best case scenario where we're living in Lynchburg for the rest of our lives. If we move to any other location or decide to move back to Michigan, then it's another 5 years. Boo. But having my own house will be nice. And being able to finally get that German Shepherd puppy we've been wanting. It will be a good situation. No more roommates for Becca.

Friendships sure change as you get older. In both good and bad ways. I'm stuck right in the middle of the good and the bad right now. Not a fun place to be. But I'm moving on and learning from each and every new experience. I may not like it and it definitely is not preferable, but that's life for you. And humanity for you. And well, women for you.

To end, I'd like to leave you with one simple and profound truth.

I love Matt.

The End.