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Dreams, dresses and bad hair

Why aren’t there more hours in the day? Seriously a few more would be great.

I bet I look so good with the lovely bags under my eyes this morning. It’s not even like I’m hiding it with my glasses – I put in my contacts this morning.

Last night I couldn’t fall asleep easily then I spent the night dreaming about food(?!). My first dream involved my older brother and I going to Harvey’s and he was complaining the fries were cold and his drink was warm. The next thing I know he’s on his cell phone yelling at the manager. I was fuming mad with him and was threatening to write a letter (dangerous pair aren’t we?). Then we were digging in a dumpster to find the receipt – we found it and as dreams go the receipt was for Sobey’s Grocery store but apparently that’s what we were looking for.

My other dream involved Keith and my ex - Navy boy. Apparently they were hanging out together having a grand ol’ time while I slaved away on a bbq in the bedroom making them hotdogs and burgers. While I was making them I was crying and upset that they were forcing me to do this for them. Man, how strange.

So yah I guess all that action made me a tad tired this morning. That and the fact that I went to bed at 11, Keith’s alarm went off at 11:30 then we had to have some ‘quality time’ since I’m leaving for the weekend after work today. My plan was to leave from work but this morning didn’t quite work out the way I planned. I just couldn’t get all my crap together before I headed out the door. But I decided that I’ll just go home at lunch and finish gathering everything and I can still leave from work. Which I will be leaving half an hour early since my manager approved my request from yesterday. I can never be sure if she’ll say yes anymore.

I am having the shittiest hair day ever. I let my hair dry too much before I added the gel. It’s not going well. I am seriously considering washing my hair when I go home at lunch and re-doing it. Normally I wouldn’t care so much but I’m going to be seeing the majority of my family with my ‘new do’ and I really don’t need it looking like crap! It probably doesn’t look as bad as I think it does but I’d still feel better re-doing it.

I’m wearing my new jean capris. They’re black. I’m so freakin’ happy with these things it’s not even right. I’m also wearing my new t-shirt even though I had reservations cause I wasn’t sure if it was ‘appropriate’. It says, “I didn’t do it”. Not that bad, at least there’s no calvin figure giving the finger or any such thing. But still in office environments you can never be to sure.

Well tomorrow is d-day. Dress day. There’s nothing I can do now. It’s out of my hands. All I can do is take a deep breath and try it on. And pray. Pray that I don’t look hideous.

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Update - I did indeed go home for lunch and managed to finish packing everything and drag it all down to my car - I'm gone for 2 nights 3 days but you would never know it by the way I pack. At least if I ever broke down I could live off everything in my car for a good month - I don't even think I'm exaggerating!

I did not re-do my hair. I said to heck with it! I can spruce it up tomorrow when most of the fam will still be around to see how stunning I look!

An hour and a half to go! Whoop!

2:27 p.m. - 2005-08-05

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