19 January 2007

Locks of Love

Yesterday, I'd finally had it with my long hair. It's become so unmanageable, taking me a half hour to shampoo and condition it (well, mostly condition) that I just decided that it was time to donate. Now, don't get me wrong. There is nothing wrong with the hair itself; it just gets really tangly. Like, for instance, yesterday in class. We were watching a movie and the ENTIRE class, I was working to detangle a certain section of my hair. That's two hours, folks!

I came home from class two days ago and, once I took my hat off, I realized my hair was all over the place. Loops of hair were sticking up randomly everywhere! It was crazy!

Anyway, here's my before:
Right after she lopped off the pigtails:
And here's my new 'do! While looking at it last night, I realized that my face is pretty fat, so I'm off to the IMA! What a motivator, eh?

11 January 2007

I was really hoping for a less stressful quarter

It's the second week of the quarter and the stress hasn't let up yet. I had some trouble with financial aid, which thankfully was resolved by Friday. The real stress, though, is the current state of my job. As I mentioned before, I work as a part-time nanny, and just recently I was hired to as a copy editor for The Daily. I've been wanting the job for awhile and I love it. I've worked only three shifts, but it really doesn't seem like work (which is the first time I've been able to say that since lifeguarding in high school). The problem that's come up is that my nanny job just went from 0-10 hours a week to what's turning out to be 30+ hours. On top of full-time school, fundraising for Bike & Build, training for the trip and six hours a week at The Daily, I'm really starting to melt.

In the past two weeks, I've gone to sleep once before 3a — that was last night, I think (I'm having trouble keeping track of days). Waking up and getting out of the house before 8a to pick up Alice and take her to preschool, coming home and circling Greek Row in search of a parking spot is really starting to take it's toll. Today it took me 45 minutes to find a spot. And four hours of sleep a night really isn't cutting it. Last time I had a job like that, it didn't take long for me to put in my notice.

What's more is that when I get crazy stressed out, I apparently clench my jaw, as I wake up in the morning feeling like I face-planted on concrete. I'm thinking of trying acupuncture, though I'm not sure if my insurance will cover it.

I know I'm kvetching, as Jessica says. I also feel bad for not posting since the New Year; this post will have to tide you over until I have more time.