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...a tribute to becoming a doctor.
With a couple of wires, you - yes, you - could be Pippi Longstocking!
Today, my hair is in pigtail braids. I love pigtail braids. I love the way they tuck behind my ears and fly around when I turn my head. I love how everyone tells me I look cute in pigtail braids. I love putting ribbons in them for going to see Harry Potter - one red and one yellow - and wearing my cloak (which I've had since high school) and having people turn around and look as I walk past. I love how people ask me where I got it, and I love saying "I made it." I need to make another cloak.
I need to see if I can con Mom into making me a dress for the St. Vitus Dance. It'd be fun to go in garb.

Neurology exam this morning. I made cupcakes last night, chocolate ones, with fudge icing, and forgot to leave a note for people to eat them. So I had to tell Ryken this morning that it was okay to eat them. I made cupcakes, with one hand on the mixer and the other one going through migraine notes. And I read the book. And I got a 63% before the curve, which is just fine by me, because that means I'm still high-passing Medicine even before Lowene curves it.
Nick kicked its butt, but nobody's surprised by that. We forgive him for being too smart for our good; there's always someone like that. Everyone else was lucky if they passed at all...like a quarter of the class. Mostly...because nobody cared.

It's breaktime now, finally, and I'm going to go hop in my car, go home, type up a few notes, and then take the evening off. And the next day. Make a carrot cake to take to somebody's Thanksgiving (maybe the Bevers' tomorrow, or if they don't want any food, to Matt's family one on Saturday) and clean house a bit.

Ryken leaves on the 2nd, which is sort of a strange thought. I'm so used to having him around...and I worry about what will happen. Be careful. Write. Come back and see me. All that stuff sounds so trite, but I don't know what else to say. Don't let the Air Force break your heart. Figure out who you are. Find a direction to your life, so you aren't so...lost.
I'm going to miss him.

Sadly, I'm already making plans for the corner that his stuff has occupied. I think, over Christmas break, I'll redecorate a bit.

Today, my hair is in pigtail braids. Yay.

now feeling:: chipper chipper

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nessers From: nessers Date: November 27th, 2002 09:17 am (UTC) (etched in stone)


I love pigtail braids, too! I, unfortunately, am not wearing them today as I have never been very good at doing my own hair. My ability ends at ponytails, half-ponytails, kind of curling it, straightening it, putting it into gliahporaugh, and doing random things that look kind of cool that I managed to create on accident. So my mom has to do my pigtail braids. Or Danielle. Or Danielle's big sister. Or Danielle's mom. You get the point, I'm sure. Anyway, I'm going to see Harry Potter today! Huzzah! Again! For the third time! Because we stayed for all the credits the first time, but this weird Hispanic lady next to us was screaming at the top of her lungs, so we decided to leave, not realizing that there were bloopers at the end. So we're going again. But that's not the point, either. The point is that I'm going to go take random pictures today so that I can get my Hermione pictures developed so that you can see how incredibly cool I looked. Because I dressed up for the first two times I saw HP2 because it was on the first day and I didn't get time to go home and change. And people would randomly start talking to me and old men hit on me in line thinking that Justine's little sister Corrie was mine. They think that a lot. They think that Justine and I, or Kjersten and I are related. And then they think that Corrie and Amy, the baby of Justi's family, are my little sisters. And they love me, so it all works out. For Creative Dramatics, which is this thing the AHS Theatre Department does two Saturdays a year where we put on an exhausting but fun eight-hour workshop for K through 4th graders, I always write Shakey on my nametag because it's my Thespian nickname because I was once a character named Shakespeare. Anyway, so people kept asking if they were my sisters, so I put nametags on them that said 'Shakey Jr.' (for Corrie) and 'Mini-Shakey' (for newly-five-year-old Amy). You know, I bet there was originally a point to this really long reply, but it got lost somewhere along the time I wrote 'Whee!' for the subject. I guess all I'm really trying to say here is, 'Yay for pigtail braids and Harry Potter and dressing up!' Yeah? Yeah. That's all I'm really trying to say.

Oh, and I don't call them pigtail braids. I call them Indian braids. That is all.
nessers From: nessers Date: November 27th, 2002 09:33 am (UTC) (etched in stone)

Oh! Oh!

Oh, dear me, look! I'm replying -again-! How odd is -that-?! Pretty dang, I'll tell ya.

Anyway. There was a point for this one.. but I just forgot it.. um.. um.. oh!

Gosh, I wish I knew how to make stuff. But I don't. Bah! Huzzah, cheers, and bully for you... yes, you, with the homemaker abilities. I never learned 'em. Nobody ever taught 'em to me. My kids will never have homemade Halloween costumes. And that's really depressing.
piccolopixie From: piccolopixie Date: November 28th, 2002 12:39 am (UTC) (etched in stone)

Pigtail Braids

I used to LOVE putting my hair up in pigtail braids back when it was really long. My fave way to do it was to find three pretty colored yarns and make a braided rope from them, then tie that to a chunk of hair at the top of my head and braid it in with the rest. Makes a spiff looking swirly effect. Sometimes I miss my long hair *sniff*

and he's leaving the -2nd-?! I thought it was the 6th! Arrrrrgh, too soon too soon. I'm not going to have anyone to bicker with all night anymore, how depressing.
daimones From: daimones Date: November 28th, 2002 07:09 am (UTC) (etched in stone)
There is truth in those words, you know. Maybe trite, but truth nonetheless.
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