It’s reading week! Lest the world become convinced that Trinity Western University gives its students a mid-semester week of vacation, we all go through the charade of promising we’ll seize the opportunity to study and get ahead. Some of us will use the extra time to catch up on reading. But for the most part, I plan on living in my sweatpants and enjoying respite from the fast pace.

As of now, I’m sitting in the salon with dye dripping off my head, enjoying an iced latte and the wonders of technology. (iPhone wordpress app for the win!) I splurged and bought some remmy hair extensions, which my stylist has disappeared to color in the back room, and hope to leave the with movie star hair. We’ll see… If I like my clip-ins well enough, I may get them sewn in! The whole thing is shamefully self-indulgent, but I haven’t purchased new shoes since November, so it almost feels justifiable. It’s incredible how much women will invest in their hair. I’m in the midst of dozens of women, and each of us is eager to own new look, as though our hair somehow shapes our identity. I suppose we feel a lot of our femininity is wrapped up in our hair… But that’s a conversation for a day during which my mind isn’t clouded by dye fumes…

This week I’m looking forward to my best friends from junior high journeying north for a reunion sleepover. We plan to mix martinis, watch girly movies from the past, and sing some righteous karaoke. I can’t wait! It’ll be great to introduce McDreamy to the girls and to catch up before Kiana moves to Japan for a year. While she’s away, I’m determined to keep in better touch with her, as well has heading south to reconnect with Tommy more. You can’t buy the kind of friendship that we three share.

Also on the radar: lunch with McDreamy’s mom. Just me and her. Thursday. We get along well and I really like her. Still, I’m nervous. I don’t know what to expect and I hate the unknown.

And tomorrow I have a staff meeting. Not only will the staff meeting be different/weird/unusual/chooseyourownadjective because it’s my direct supervisor’s last staff meeting before she leaves, but the supervisor running our staff meeting requested we bring our running shoes. Again, I have no idea what to expect. And I hate the unknown. Tomorrow I shall, no doubt, come home with a very interesting story or two…