I Have Mad Hair

i think i take myself way too seriously sometimes. scratch that--most of the time. so in an attempt to not take myself so seriously and, of course, an attempt to have a good laugh at myself, i dyed my hair jet black last night. that's right. black. i look like freaking wonder woman, people.

actually, the hair mishap was purely unintentional, but i suppose it has had its humbling effect. my sister is getting married this weekend and i'm her maid of honor, and once again, my hair is black. i look like goth-woman. my sister is undoubtedly going to shit bricks when i step off of the airplane in detroit on wednesday night. ah yes.... i will be in wedding pictures hanging on walls for years to come, in all of my gothic glory. heaven help me.

on another note, i think i am the most lazy, un-motivated person on the planet. my application to seminary is due in eight weeks and i'm not even close to finishing my admission essay, nor have i even started on the actual application process. and my references? uh yeah, i haven't even decided on who they might be. what will it take to get my butt in gear on this thing?

and yet another note: i have a distant crush. only one crush to speak of, and i don't know him from adam. i'm such a twelve-year-old sometimes. or most of the time.

now... back to taking myself seriously. i need to get to work before i get my arse fired.