I finally did it, my friends.

I finally got it all cut off.

My hair, that is.

It was below my shoulders, and I took the plunge today.  At this very moment, it is chin length (in a bob).

I absolutely love it.  My stylist has been cutting hair for 40 years, and he is a master at his craft.  He always did a great job before, but this time takes the cake.  I'm so thrilled.

Want to hear a story?

I was born with an extreme case of club feet.  Not only were they turned in, but they were backwards and also upside down.  Terrifying?  Absolutely.  In the Middle Ages, I would have been immediately killed for being a demon.  Of this, I am sure.

To make a long story short, the bones of both of my feet look like a huge mishmash of God knows what.  From the outside, my feet look fine (other than the massive scarring from multiple surgeries), but take a look at the x-ray and you'll see quite a different story.  I basically have arthritis, because my bones rub against each other all blessed day long.  So it hurts.  A lot.

But there's more.

My right foot is almost an inch and a half smaller than my left.  You heard it right!  My feet aren't even close to being the same size.  I know that most people do not have matching sized feet, but mine are not even in the same country.

Thus, the shoe shopping nightmare begins.

If I hated shoes, or I didn't like heels, this wouldn't be an issue.  But alas!  I've been struck by the shoe God's and I must accept my fate.  Searching for multiple hours to find a single pair of shoes is not unheard of.  And if I like them, they won't fit.  Or if they do fit (a minor miracle of the shoe Gods), they're uncomfortable and I can't wear them for much longer than 10 minutes.

The cruel irony of my life, dear readers.  But I press on to find those perfectly shaped, sexy, flirty, fitting, and even comfortable shoes.  I know they're out there somewhere. 

I will not lose heart!

I must be weird.

I wear makeup every single day, and that INCLUDES going to class from 8 - 5 twice a week and 8 - 3 twice a week.  I wear makeup when I wait tables.  I wear makeup when I'm going to be home all day.  I just...like to wear it.

Am I self conscious without it?  Heck no.  I feel great either way.  I just love eye makeup probably more than I should (is that even possible?).

But I'm off topic.

I'm the only female (that's my age) in my class that wears makeup.  Is that odd, or am I the odd one?

I'm not trying to impress anyone, or anything, but I just feel prettier.  I don't understand why they don't.

I talked to my boyfriend about it, and his adorable response was "You don't wear make-up either...do you?"  I told him that he was precious for thinking that.  But he really believed that I don't wear anything, which makes it even better.

Am I strange for always wearing makeup no matter what?  I have my days without it, but on a whole, almost every day, I'm wearing some form of eye makeup.

Hm.