First, Saturday I was kinda feeling bummed out (gee, could you tell?) so I went and got a french manicure and pedicure. Now normally, I'll just get a pedicure but I just found out I got a raise so I went for the whole sha-bang. Well, they started looking terrible on day 3. What the? Day 3? That is completely ridiculous. So I got the idea to get one of the DIY french manicure kits at the grocery store. Turns out, french manicures are NOT my calling. It's a little bit hysterical that I could mess it up this bad. I mean, seriously. This is just silly and comical. And I can't get it to come off. Hahaha. Of course the crappy home kit will last for like a month. Have a look/laugh.
My horrid Do-It-Yourself Nails. |
But I'm not the only victim of this forgetfulness; a lot of people try to leave high school behind and forge a new identity in college. That's what I did. I have incredible friendships now that have been maintained after college and will continue to be maintained in the years to come...But I still can't help but wonder why this happens and if it is a certain personality type that this happens to. I'm relatively outgoing and pretty darn friendly; so what about me made this no high school connections bit a reality?
Something to ponder. I really don't know the answer. But I'd be interested in any insight :)
On a final note of the night, I made a discovery today. NPR Music. Who KNEW there was such a gem as NPR Music. I'm currently listening to one of the artists they're highlighting before their album comes out in August. They are called Lost in the Trees and they call their music "orchestral folk". Could they be more up my alley? No. The answer is no. I am in love. I've also discovered Kelli Scarr. She collaborated a bunch with Moby and now she's releasing her debut album called "Pieces" and her sound is exquisite. She has a beautiful voice that has a hint of that whisper quality to it and I just melted. I think I tweeted "enjoying an evening of orchestral folk bliss". Yep, that about sums it up, folks.
Sweet Dreams! Or crazy ones...I'm not trying to discriminate. All types of dreamers are welcome here.
Dream a little dream of me.... |
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