Did I ever tell you that I found two grey hairs on my head a couple weeks ago? Well guess what, it's not just two anymore. I have like a whole community of grey hairs in one little spot on my head. This spot just so happens to be where my mom has a streak of grey hair. When I called her practically in tears about it she was like "Oh yeah i started getting grey hair in my 20's too." Needless to say I was pretty pissed. Why wasn't I warned about this before? If turning 25 wasn't freaking me out enough lets add premature greying to it as well.
I didn't brush my hair before I left this morning. In fact, I still haven't brushed it. I wish I could say this was unusual but its not.
I hate getting ready.
My nephew informed me that I am going to hell if I don't get married.
Speaking in an Italian accent for a couple hours with a 12 year old is probably the most fun you will ever have.
I'm more afraid of turning 26 than 25 because it means that I will be older than my brother Nate will ever be. He will forever be stuck at 25 and it feels wrong for me to pass him, to go on living and aging when he isn't.
I wonder if there will be cake in Heaven. I sure hope so.
One of the biggest reasons I can't decide what degree I want is because I really just want to be a wife and mother.
I hope that whomever I marry can understand and hopefully relate to my undying love for all things Harry Potter. Someone who can share in my excitement of running around the Wizarding World of Harry Potter theme park like a kid on crack. An ADHD kid on crack. In a crack store.