Day 317

Up earlier than I wanted to be...but it was still a lie in. Maybe I should start going to bed earlier...that may help things. But here I sit at 1:10am...You know what? Scratch that. I'm going to sleep now, and will write the rest tomorrow.

So I was up and getting ready to go out with my Mom. Once we left the house, we went straight to the hair dressers. There was a mix up there, and for some reason they'd booked me in so that I had an hour between my eyebrows being waxed, and my hair being cut. Apparently they think I'm growing a caterpillar across my forehead or something. Anyways, as usual, it only took about 5 minutes to do my eyebrows, so when they finished, they weren't really sure what to do with my Mom and I as it was only like 2:45 and our appointments weren't until 3:30. The two of us decided to go do some quick running around, and aimed to be back for 3:15. We ran to the gas station, and then to get a frappuccino, and made it back to the salon in plenty of time. My Mom's hairdresser took her in right away, while I sat and had a conversation with an older gentleman that really wanted to talk. He was in his late 70's I think he said, or early 80's, and you could tell he just wanted someone to talk to. He also sang to me. About 15 minutes later, my hairdresser came over to "save" me. She told the elderly man that she had to steal his friend, he went on his way, and I put on the robe.

Sitting in the chair about an hour later, my Mom had already left for work, and I wasn't too sure about my hair. Danielle was cutting away, and it was getting shorter and shorter. I was trying not to show too much worry in my face...but to this moment, I'm still really not sure I like it :( I loved my hair before...now it's too short, and blah. Anyway, I paid for everything, and left.

I went for a walk along the beach, and took some pictures, then ended up at the pub to speak to Stephen briefly, and walked back up to the house. I was only in long enough to take the dogs out. My Dad arrived, changed, and we left for his soccer game.

It was so nice to be back in the groove of things. We pulled into the parking lot, and as we were walking across the field, all the players that matter, were saying hi and giving me hugs. It was really nice to feel so welcome. The game wasn't so good...they lost 4-2, and it was the semi-final. :( I was a little disappointed to hear that, because it means I won't see them again for another 2 hundred and some days. Anyway, more hugs, and my Dad and I were on our way. We drove to the pub, had some dinner, and then the two of us came home.

I stayed up pretty late again, trying to stay awake until my Mom got home, but at about 2:30, I caved. I took the dogs into my room, and was out like a light. At 3:30ish, I woke up, put the dogs away, and realized my Mom wasn't home yet. Turns out it's a good thing I didn't wait up for her. She didn't get home until 7am. xx