I have a big forehead and I have always been self-conscious of it. I’ve used bangs to hide that fact for the past year, but I think I’ll start pinning them back every now and again. I need to learn to deal with my insecurity instead of just avoiding it. At 21, I should be comfortable with my face. I mean, this is probably as good as I’ll ever look. Might as well learn to enjoy it, right?

Unrelated: It’s a little hard to see in this picture, but my new shirt puts my ~brassiere on display for the whole world. My mother would be appalled. I kind of love the way the purple looks through the lace.

Red hair. I’ve missed this color. I’ve missed standing out. I’ve missed feeling fun and cute even when I’m wearing jeans and a too big sweater. 

GPOYW. Wedding edition. I wore this dress from Express to my boyfriend’s cousin’s wedding a few weeks ago. I was worried that it was too short, but I received quite a few compliments on it, including his mother telling me I chose the perfect dress. Fuck yes. It was a great night and I had a whole hell of a lot of fun hanging out with my boyfriend and his sisters and cousins all night. That whole stressful meeting the parents/family for the first time thing turned out to be way easier than I thought it would be and I’m actually looking forward to seeing them again. His family is super cute and fun. 

(Posting this photo here for posterity because, hey, I looked damn good.)

GPOY—I have a wand! The boyfriend got it for me for my birthday! Great present or greatest present? 

Also, I’m watching videos from the HP7.2 premiere and everyone is making me cry! Especially Emma and Jo. Mostly Emma’s perfect face. It was a terrible idea to watch this after I put on my make-up. I love those kids and Jo something fierce and I’m going to miss them all. I’m realizing now that most of next Thursday night is going to be me trying to not sob too loudly so as not to ruin the movie-watching experience for anyone else. I’ve already warned everyone that I’m going with (including my boss and my boyfriend) that I’m going to cry and they are not allowed to make fun of me under any circumstances.

GPOY. Dresses: the socially acceptable way of not wearing pants.

New necklace. Saw it and decided, yeah, I’m exactly that classy. So far, everyone agrees and loves it. 

My hair is doing this perfect curly/wavey thing right now and there is no one around to see it! WHY DO YOU ONLY DO NICE THINGS WHEN NO ONE WILL SEE, HAIR? It’s kind of hard to see in this shitty webcam photo, but, trust me, it’s awesome and all I had to do was get it a little bit wet by accident when I was just trying to shave my legs in the shower at 11:30 pm. I didn’t even want to deal with my hair right then!

I took a stupid number of photos of myself today. I really like this one. 

What’s-his-face bought me this to sleep in the other day. Total surprise. So cute of him. I guess he was tired of me always stealing his t-shirts. And he likes to make fun of me for being Canadian and saying “eh” all the time. And he’s just really very sweet sometimes. I’ve been wearing it all day because I have no where to go and I don’t want to leave my bed. I have no work and no school. I’m supposed to be writing two papers, 4 pages each. Instead, I’m watching Bones. Worthwhile use of time, yes?