previous // April 12, 2008
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I've been awake about 15 minutes and for the first time in a while feel refreshed. MB's still in bed, and I'm leaving him there for the time being since he deserves to sleep in. Part of me hates that I stayed in bed so long on such a nice day, but there will be more nice days to get up early.
I mentioned my birthday last entry. For those just jumping on the Independent Ter bandwagon, I'll be 27 this year. I'm too old to be juvenile (but I don't let that stop me; hasn't slowed down my 72-year-old father yet) and I'm too young to whine about getting old. One thing I am noticing is I'm starting to become hyper aware of which beauty products I buy. Normally I go for what's on sale or cheapest -- anything to save a buck. Now I'm actually concerned about what I'm buying. Who the heck am I? When I started this diary a million-and-twelve years ago, I think I was more of a utilitarian buyer -- does it do it's job? Okay, sold. I didn't give a flip about moisturizers or SPF or under eye circles or how good a shave I was getting from my shave gel.
Now I'm trying to break bad habits and actually pay attention to that stuff. I'm feeling a little of a girly letdown, as I got into makeup later in life (I think I was 22-ish). I spent so many years perfecting the tomboy thing that being girly is still a mystery to me. Clothes I can handle, but makeup and regiments and such still have me completely confounded. Weet pimped that Aveeno shave gel a while ago and, being an eager sheep, I bought some. So far, not bad. It's been almost a month and, while I'm still on my winter schedule of "shave 'em if ya have to", it's been about three days and dayum, no annoying stubblies. This makes MB happy, since now he's back to being the hairiest one in the relationship (he'd kill me if he knew I'm saying this, but I'm dating a Yeti).
I've also discovered the joys of body butter. Expensive as hell but worth every penny. At least the brand I bought. I never thought I'd get giggly over the stuff, and here I am, putting my tub of body butter up on a pedistal and extolling its virtues. Now if I could only find a face moisturizer that is just as delicious...
As for my poor hair ::cries:: I've made a promise to myself, a very, very stupid promise, that I won't touch my hair until Dale Jr. wins a race. I made this decision just after the season started back in February. At that point, my hair was already 2 months grown out and the color was 4 months grown out. It's now April, do the math. To say I have roots is a gross understatement. My supposedly chin-length hair is now brushing my shoulders. I've worn ponytails more than I'm comfortable with in the last couple months. The purpose of having the stack and the shortness was to avoid the convenience of a ponytail. It was my lame attempt to curtail laziness. Now I spend my days rescuing rubberbands from Tenae. Oh, and MB found an alleged gray a few weeks ago. And now that I'm all-too aware of my roots, I'm constantly scanning them and rationalizing that anything lighter than brown has been bleached by the sun and isn't a gray. I know graying is genetic, but I have no idea when BirthMom started to gray (she colors just as often as I do). Maybe I can live in denial too, but as long as I can't afford to do it, I'll be suspicious.
Anyway, speaking of laziness, I need to muster up the oomph to go clean out my car. I've sworn I was going to do it first nice day I was free and here I am. No real plans this weekend, which conveniently leaves me with time to grade research papers. Ugh. I love being an English teacher.
3 days till birthday and counting,
Ter
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