Bring it on, traditional conventions of beauty. (Just kidding, I'm not a feminist or anything.)Day 1: Nothing exciting. I realized that my rent for the month is due, Halloween is over (I dressed up as Beyonce, and the haunted house we went to scared the crap out of me) (Happy 20th Birthday Mikel!) and it was November, which means turkeys, snow here in Utah, more midterms, and participating in a tradition I don't quite understand nor know the origins of, but I could potentially look like this at the end:
Day 2: Still nothing exciting. I'm somewhat prickly. Turns out my sister back home isn't shaving either. So when I get to see her during Thanksgiving, we'll both be relatively disgusting and we can embarrass our parents together!
I went for a jog to blow off some steam, and a girl in our hall bought a fake hamster that I thought was just the cutest thing!
Also, the RUDEST lady called at work today. Kept me at the office for about an hour after. I didn't mind, except I tend to stop listening when my blood sugar gets low. Which happens exactly at 5:01 pm. Then I must venture home to eat.
Day 3: Okay, I'm starting to get pretty gross. But my shower time has decreased by at least 30%. I'll begin averaging the times.
We got a new guy at work today! I'm no longer the rookie! My coworkers told me I should haze him. Except he's not a freshman. In fact, he is married. "Happily married, Ellen, so don't hit on him."
Still, I'm super excited to not be the new kid anymore!
Also, I ran into a friend from high school. I told her my life plan. Yes, I have a life plan. I think not shaving is making me brighter. Then again, maybe not.
