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Today is ‘s birthday. Happy Birthday! She is now… in her late 20’s. Gasp. Or maybe she has one year left? Math is not my thing today.

This morning, I took the last test for my history class. Not technically a final, since it only covered the last 3rd of the class and was worth the same as the other two, but the end of the class regardless. I think I did alright, roughly the same as the other two tests. Assuming I scored in that general range, my grade is about 100%. Hopefully I’ll know by the end of the week. But for now, no more homework, and some weeks of catching up on other projects and stuff.

Tonight is cookie-dough-making. Yum! I will try to not eat all the dough. I will also try to clean the kitchen and the fridge (a daunting task).

All of my gifts are wrapped, except for the one for that is still in the mail, the one for that I haven’t bought yet (because I have no idea what to get him – probably a gift card somewhere), and the other half of ‘s present that I haven’t bought yet (and will probably purchase with her next week when we’re shopping with my aunt who’s coming into town from Michigan). So basically, I’m done. ‘s present is wrapped and mailed. I would still like to find a “Baby’s First Christmas” ornament for that isn’t hideous or ridiculously expensive. And I need to buy the candle thing for ‘s mom that goes with the donation card. But really, that’s practically “done.” I feel done, if that counts for anything.

This morning, I needed a hairstyle that kept my hair out of my face, since I was going to spend the first bit bent over a test writing. I ended up with this braid-bun thing that was really cute, and now all the middle-aged women at work (who have long since converted to short hairstyles) are complimenting me on it. I also am amused at men who comment on it and think that it’s really hard to do hairstyles behind your head when you can’t see them. It’s really not. Besides, I’ve been braiding my own hair for 20 years… I think I’ve got it down. The only thing I can’t really do is a reverse French braid (where its raised a bit), but those aren’t that pretty anyways, so it’s all good. Oh, and “fishtails” (or whatever they’re called) never worked well in my hair because you can’t pull them tight enough, and it all just falls out.

I know, nobody really cared about that last paragraph.

Home I go, home I go, jiggity jig. Well, stopping at the co-op first, for dinner and ingredients to make gifts for my grandparents (soup in a jar). Anyone have a mason jar or two they want to give me?

1 comment to Random Stuff

  • Anonymous

    It’s “home again, home again, jiggity jig.” The whole poem goes something like:

    To market, to market to buy a fat pig; home again home again jiggity jig.

    To market, to market to buy a fat hog; home again home again joggety jog.

    Not that I still have poems memorized from childhood or anything…