happy weekend!

{♥}

Why, yes, I did just include lyrics by Drake on my blog!

There's something about this lyric, this quote, that I just love. I'll often find myself quoting Ingrid Michaelson tunes or other random songs, but rarely do I find a pretty meaningful string of words buried in a rap song. But, there it is. (Also, I love everything Drake does. Nicki Minaj, too. I could do without Lil' Wayne. I know, I know, you care so much.)

Anyway, I'm gone for the weekend, my loves. Not like I blog on the weekends anyhow, but the idea of telling you plans on Friday instead of long, rambling recaps on Monday is a better way to communicate my weekend plans. I'll be partying it up tonight with E and his friends, then staying overnight and hanging out there on Saturday. After coming home and crashing into bed on Saturday night, I'll be up bright and early to see a movie with my dance girls, Ashley and Cortney (we're catching the before-noon show because $10 movie tickets are ridiculous).

I've been making more and more plans lately, now that I'm coping better with the anxiety. My weekends are chock full of goodness and, even though I'd like to have a job because I could use the money, I know I'm incredibly blessed to be able to sleep in on Monday mornings and recover from my busy weekends. If there ever was a silver lining to this tumultuous time in my life, that's definitely it.

Have a good weekend! See you on the other side.

self sufficient.

Hey internet, remember that time I cut my own hair over the weekend?

Please excuse my makeup-less 8am self, thanks.

Yeah. That was pretty awesome.

Basically, in a moment of spontaneity that had the full potential to end in disaster, I took a pair of Fiskars scissors and cut off at least four inches of my hair. For serious. Go ahead, make the comparison between this photo and the profile picture over there on the right.

I've been trimming my own bangs in between cuts and decided, well, what the hell. I'll give this a shot and if it ends up looking horrible, I'll just go in and get it fixed. I also figured that I don't care about it being perfectly straight - it's not like I go out much and even when I do, nobody is paying attention to how well the ends of my hair line up (at least, I hope nobody is doing that...).

Plus, it helps that I just recently cut a few inches off my brother's hair* and had confidence in my ability to cut in a straight line. So that's two satisfied customers... maybe this could be my at-home business?

*Yes, I said brother. What can I say? He's a hippie. Okay so not really. Except.. yeah, he probably is a modern-day hippie.