Pig, let us know how your RA job is going. I am really curious to hear what kind of things you have to deal with at BYU-Hawaii, and if you're enjoying it. Congrats on graduating, though I am sorry about the rain. What's the boy situation from your side of the world?
Madds- I feel very vengeful everytime I read about your roommates. It makes me want to take up kick-boxing and then visit them. I would like to dispense my displeasure on them, verbally, and physically. You have nightmare roommates. You could honestly make a horror film about them. Hateful people. But from me to you- hang in there babes.
I chopped off over a foot of hair. AAAAAaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I've lost my marbles right? (Well that fact was established ages ago). I actually like it a lot. And hate it a lot. So here's the story. As most of you know, I've had my hair a few inches from my tukus (that's butt in becky language) for almost 6 years now. I was very attached to it. It was like that one constant thing in my life. If my skin sucks, or I'm feeling fat (daily occurance), or just plain ugly, I knew I could always count on my hair to be my one redeeming feature. Unfortunately, the hair finally had enough of taking all the pressure. So I'm not sure if I mentioned this, but my OB put me on a new birth control last christmas, and essentually stopped my periods for 5 months. They were just testing my hormones, and it was pretty nice, but my hairdresser thinks it induced alopecia areata-hair loss in certain patches. I've been losing a lot of hair on the top of my scalp and in one spot in particular. My hair was seriously hashed. There was no body, or volume, and it was getting really thin on top, while still being really thick on the bottom. So, after talking to Tori, who had a similar problem, I followed in her footsteps and chopped off my hair. I had full intentions of growing it back immediately, and just getting a fresh start like she did, but now I'm not sure what I want to do with it. I love the style, and everyone else says it fits me way better than my long hair. Hhhhm. I don't really think so. It's fun and cute, but really I think it's just a faction of myself. I think the long hair was a huge part of my identity; a part that I liked, and even though I will probably keep this hairstyle for a couple of years, in the end I think I'll be going back to my long hair.
So what did I do with all that hair? I'm donating it. That was actually the deciding factor for me. I thought about taking it up about 6 inches and seeing if that would help, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew that I would regret it if I didn't. All the hair a few inches away from the scalp was in really good condition, and it would be wasteful not to donate it. Hopefully Locks of Love can turn it into a beautiful wig for some little girl who's lost her hair.
I thought it would be easier to style my hair short. Wrong. I have to style it. It's too short for a ponytail, barely fits into pigtails, and looks absolutely terrible if I don't style it. Hopefully it will just take time. (For the first time in several years I am using hairspray. The only times I ever used hairspray was for things like dance/guard competitions. wierd.) So right now the hair is a love-hate relationship.
My family news: Lolly has a bubble on her belly! Teehee! I am so excited to be an aunt! And guess what?!!?!! Benneth Lee is coming home from his mission in a few days!!!!!!!! I am ecstatic! I have missed my bro so bad. If anyone can make me laugh, it's him, and it's become pretty clear to me that I need that badly right now. I am coming home late in July with Boz to see Ben. Lindsay: A doll and a half. Gosh that girl is becoming so gorgeous, and mature. (Boys are lining up-literally). My mum: She actually just got a part time job at an Arts Studio. (As a secretary). It's totally the kind of place I would like to work at when I finish my degree. (dance, music, acting etc...) Unfortunately, my dad is still unemployed. It's been 7 months now, and the money is running low. We're hoping my moms job will at least ease the strain. Especially because my dad is (my sister-in-law from Canada) Stephanie's legal sponsor, she and Jon may have to move back to Canada. I know the Lord will take care of us though. If you could remember my family in your prayers that would be nice, and I have a special request; I am personally having a really hard time, and I've been fighting it for over a year now, but it's not getting any better. I don't know what's wrong. It's getting to the point where my parents want me to go to a doctor. My dad thinks I have depression, and/or the hormone experimenting my OB did on me really threw me off, but regardless I am having a hard time. I think the hardest part is knowing 'I'm not that girl' (the kind to get depressed) and I never have been. I've always been a happy person-when I get in ruts I get back out, and fast. I don't what the solution is, so If you could keep me in your prayers I would really appreciate it.
Oh and by the way, there is a possiblity that I will be going to the lake with science boy. *big smile*. He invited my roommate to plan a lake trip with him and asked her to invite her friends. We'll see if it happens. It might not even get planned. But if it does, the lake is the perfect opportunity to see if he really is a player and jerk. (You know how guys get in water. They seem to have few inhibitions, and are so physical. Wierdest thing ever in my opinion but whatever.) I am hoping that I will be pleasantly suprised.
Also my roommate and I (Krys) might be living in the wilderness for a week or two. (literally in Zions or Cali beaches, no hotel rooms, no showers, a backpack of stuff and thats it.) This is my attempt at shedding pounds and getting away from Cedar. We just want to walk all day and explore.
I love you girls so much, and feel privelaged to call you my sisters.
--Becks--
P.S. I changed the background...I'm not sure what I think of it-let me know.
