Am going to get my hair cut in an hour and a half or so. I'm kind of excited, but kind of nervous too. I remember telling Cory more than once that I was just going to grow my hair out for the wedding, and when it was over I wanted to cut my hair short again, But the longer it got, the more I liked it, and now I'm nervous about getting it cut. I'll probably end up with just long layers, but we'll see how it goes. The place I'm going to is really good, so I'm just going to let them do what they want, basically. I'll tell them that I want to be able to put it up, and I don't want it much shorter (only a couple inches to get the unhealthy ends off, if anything) and I don't want to do much to it if I don't want to (but still want the option of making it curly if I feel like it). The rest is up to them. I took a couple of before pictures (well, Cory took them, and he was having fun trying to wait until I started talking to take the pictures) and will take after pictures as well. And then I need to develop them so it'll be awhile. :)
I like Saturdays. I wish they'd last three or four days.