signs of my increasing age...

i'm getting old. 

2 words: white. hairs.

yes, it's true.

about 2 or 3 weeks ago, before i got my hair died again, i was looking at my hair in the mirror and noticed what i thought to be a grey hair. i wasn't totally sure if it was just my natural, mousey, roots coming in, or if it really was a grey hair. the next time i was home, i had my mom look and she thought i was being silly. and then when i went to the hair dresser a few days later, i forgot to ask.

fast forward to last week, and i was looking in the bathroom mirror again at my roots. what? everyone knows the bathroom has the best light (and i'm not quite sure what i'm looking for when i stare at my roots. am i trying to decipher my natural color? see if i can actually watch my hair grow? i don't know but i stare at my roots for a time that isn't normal). anyways, i'm looking and i see it. so i grab my tweezers and pluck out a little baby hair near my hairline and stare at it. sure enough, the 2-3inch hair was half white, half brunette. the next day, i'm staring again, and 2 more. shit. 

i actually couldn't care less about this. i think it's quite funny. i guess it shouldn't come as too much of a surprise, since my moms 2 sisters were grey by the time they hit 30. and i don't imagine that these white hairs are going to grow like weeds all of a sudden, and i'll be grey by the time i'm 25. but if for some reason they do start coming in more, i guess that just means i'll spend the rest of the majority of my life as a blonde. not like i wasn't planning on going back to blonde shortly anyways, it's just that it would be a lot harder to notice it against blonde hair rather than the stark contrast of a brunette.  

although i'll tell you what i'm not down with. possibly being grey before i'm even married. not cool. anyways, now i'm just overreacting.

so, that's that.

i'm now 3 hairs less. white hairs.

ps. i'm 24.5 years old.

do i have ghosts following me?

about 2 months when dylan was over, he was sitting on my couch watching tv/on my computer and i was in the kitchen making something. all of a sudden i heard something fall and i thought he dropped my laptop. admittedly, i was about to lose it! i asked him what it was, and he said my paper weight fell off the top of my tv. i called bullsh*t and said there's no way something heavy just falls off a flat surface. but he swore that's what happened. ok, fine. weird, but fine.

and now it's happened again. thursday night after dinner, dylan was taking a nap in my room and i was in my living room on my computer (sitting on my couch across from my tv) and all of a sudden it flew off again!! wtf!!! now it didn't just fall down and land right below the tv. it landed 6 footsteps across. lets see some diagrams...

 yeah, see that bad boy right there. it's not exactly light. or on the edge.

ok, so it's circled at the top, and the red X shows how it did not fall. look where it landed!! it also did not bounce/roll to that spot once it fell. i saw it from the corner of my eye when it flew off.

what is the deal here?? the first time it happened, i told my mom and she said it was my grandpa (who passed away about 14 years ago) telling dylan it's time to get engaged! ahhaahh the 'diamond' paper weight is actually from dylan, too. i told my mom this time too, and she said it's my grandpa again. i personally don't believe in that stuff, but whatever floats your boat. i really don't know what's happening.

another thing: in the summer, i was at my parents place and all 3 of us were upstairs. i was standing in my doorway talking to my parents and then i heard something fall. i looked back, and the highlighter that was on my desk (across the room) was now in the middle of my room. no windows were open. nothing. 

is something following me??? i don't like it!! has anything weird like this ever happened to any of you?

underneath it all...

since i'm still unemployed (i say still like it's been a year, it's been like, a month), i took it upon myself to clean out one of my drawers. the drawer that is stuffed to the brim of pj's, bras, undies and socks. when it was piled on the bed, i was kind of shocked how much crap fit in there..

that's a big pile o' stuff...

 is it normal to have this many pairs of socks??

 the 'bottoms'

 i couldn't resist (these 2 are iphone pics)...she's ready for the beach??

she's like, whatever, i don't even care at this point..these are also the oldest shorts EVER

so yeah, not only have you seen my underwear and bras, you've seen my dog wearing them. i went there. and i'm not ashamed.

but, what it broke down to:

-66 pairs of ankle socks (only ankle socks are acceptable & only 1 single sock!); 1 pair of legwarmers, and 1 pair of black socks (i hate black socks)

-4 sets of pj's (i get sets all the time, so i must throw out random tops or bottoms??)

-7 shorts (what i live in at home)

-16 bras/bandeaus 

7 nighties 

-5 tshirts/long sleeved shirts

-5 workout tops + 1 pair of workout shorts (errr, i don't work out)

-and other random undies and tanks

and there you have it.
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