ROJA

For all you all who I haven't seen me since December 13th...I changed my hair. Consider yourself warned.
Bangs. Red.

Me: Brandon, what if everyone laughs at my hair today? (Hiding my head under the covers)
Brandon: Honey, your friends wouldn't tell you what they really thought anyways.

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On a somewhat related note, Brandon and I ate out at Roja's in Omaha over the weekend, it was red hot. Going next door for a wine tasting instead of sitting around waiting for our buzzer to go off made me feel posh. Plus a wine guy signed the bottle of wine we bought. Why? Because I think autographs from people I don't know or care about are cool and he insisted on it. Which is weirder? You be the judge.


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Brandon and I are preparing for our move this weekend. We are quite a pair. Brandon insists on packing and actually seems to be enjoying it (no complaints here). I insist on decorating and unpacking (no complaints from him).

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I take my last undergrad final ever and I'm planning on going out with a BANG(s)! It shouldn't be too tough considering my professor already told us the whole class had A's and it is a partner final. This was shortly after he gave us a sermon on how teacher's college does NOT inflate grades...roight.

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If you've never met someone before, is it okay to judge them by their emails? I'm waiting to meet my cooperating teachers for student teaching and so far all I know about my FCS teacher is that she said,

"The 8th grade classes are called FCS I and FCS II (very original!)."

I like it. Sarcasm gets me. Her first name is also Gay. The fact that I just mentioned that is probably a good indicator that I will fit in well with junior high kids.