Katrina

Awhile ago I semi-successfully dyed my hair very near black.  I tried to lighten it a few shades and it never worked. I wound up with having dark brown hair with about 3-4 inches of black at the ends.  Kinda spiffy looking, but not really how I want to loook in Tracey's wedding in a few weeks.

So I lightened my hair.  A lot.

I like it though... it's a very light brown shade, pretty close to what I think my natural hair color is, so yay.  Stupid update, I know, but I'm excited that I finally have some relatively normal colored hair again. :o)

Lucky me got to spend my entire St. Patrick's Day weekend sick in bed. I was angry and upset about not getting to go see Jack and have lots and lots of fun, and so I spent about an hour and a half crying because I was so mad. I'm such an emotional baby sometimes. 

Yesterday my mom tried to cheer me up about being so miserable by bringing out all of these old movies that we found while cleaning out our front closet. When I was younger, I was obsessed with "The Babysitters Club" series of books. I am pretty sure taht I read every single book published by Ann M. Martin and so when my mom found the (very short lived) TV series on video, she bought them for me. I think I was around 9 or 10 when they came out and I probably haven't watched them since.  Mom and I sat down and watched about 3 episodes yesterday while embroidering and actually had a good time.

Today now, I'm finally feeling better. I actually came to work. Sure I'm just sitting here watching "George of the Jungle" and making out invitations for Tracey's bridal shower, but that's beside the point. :o)

28 days until my vacation and my surprise... that means that exactly 4 weeks from today, I will be on my way to Florida!!

YAY!!!!!!!

I love how insanely happy he makes me... <3

I am so effing miserable right now.  I woke up this morning at 5am because my throat was nearly swollen shut and so disgustingly painful.  And yet, despite being so violently ill, here I sit at work.  Yeah.  I love my job. 

Though I will say that at least I have an easy day.  Easy as in, I'm wrapped up in my pink blanket watching the tv version of "The Shining" (the one with Rebecca de Mornay and Steven Weber).  It's some great times.

I have wanted to get my hair chopped for several months now.  I've had the same boring hair style for almost a year now and I'm pretty sick of it.  

I've known for awhile what kind of haircut I wanted, so I got online yesterday, found a picture of the exact cut and style that I've been wanting.  I went to the salon.  I gave the lady the picture.  She cut my hair.

I cried for probably close to an hour and a half last night after I got home.

My poor hair.  What was supposed to be a shaggy, sexy, layered cut looks more like I was attacked by a psychotic, cross eyed person with a pair of scissors.

Complete and utter hideousness.

You may ask me three questions, no matter how personal, dirty, orstrange, and I will answer them honestly. However, if you ask, you mustrepost this in your journal so others may ask you...


(And don't worry Tim, I'm coming up with some good questions for you!!)

Someone PLEASE entertain me. Message me here. Message me on myspace. Message me on AIM (katrynabobina). Just get me out of this endless pit of boredom!!

I'm getting ready for work and listening to "The Best of ABBA."

I am way too awesome for my own good.

There are some people who, for whatever reason, I just can't tolerate. I don't like their attitudes and I absolutely cannot STAND their behavior.

And I effing HATE the fact that I am stuck being around them for certain reasons which shall remain silent.

I could effing shoot myself.

Or them. I think them would be a much better choice.

Ugh.