set the bank account ablaze

[impy]

In a fit of boredom, I dyed my hair last night. Same color as last time, and true to form, my hair finally picked up the color this go round. Or it seemed to around three am when it actually started to dry and looked more red than blond, but now it's back to blond with a hint of red. Which is probably better, wedding wise, but after the 20th, I'm snagging a box of red and saying to hell with it.

Yes, I like to lead with the superficial and then continue on downhill from there.

While dying my hair, I was flipping through one of the bridal magazines I keep stashed around here, and I was reading the "oh how perfect!" proposals. If those were the best... But the best of the best had photographs to go with it and I look at the last picture in the group and think, "Huh. He had the picture taken in Walgreens. The exact same set up as ours." They have finally managed to infiltrate my entire brain. I'm waiting for someone to come along and scoop what's left of my brain out and then insert the cult-like mentality.

Burning right on through Magic Study, which is nice since Poison Study took forever, though I think I liked it better. Odd how that works. Of course, MS is being read mostly over my days off while PS was throughout a work week, so that could factor into it.

This weekend I once more head to the hell that is known as Myrtle Beach. I'll be honest. I like about an hour's worth of shopping. I like the beach, though I can get that here, and if I had my way, I would not be dropping $60, give or take, on Medieval Times. I would be content with just the normal experience, but no. We're expected to shell out an extra ten bucks for the extra crap. I don't think I want a DVD or a banner or much else, thank you. And I just realized we're probably expected to pay for Ari, though it irks me that no one frickin' asked me about this. It was just given like an order from on high. However, I cannot bail like Cassandra is doing, because if I do, the current guest list would then drop to two people, and it would seem more like Penny's trip than Ari's. Or it would in my head, anyway. And I want to go, I just don't feel like setting my money on fire to do so.

Speaking of setting money on fire, my health insurance card came yesterday. Y...a....y. Next paycheck we'll find out how much they play slice and dice with my paycheck. JOY. I'm sure I'm supposed to feel relieved that, as of, oh, now, if I'm hit by a car or something, I'll only have to pay a fraction of a fortune, but I don't. I might should said car come flying out of nowhere, but for now I'm just fretting over the money that I'm probably never going to need, being shoved aside for medical stuff I don't need. Unless this all just jinxed it and then, well, crap.

Still no word from Ryan. Not at all surprised by that.

Freezing, but pretty.

*passes out*

Comments

[ghosty4.livejournal.com]

Uh, they don't tell you how much it's going to cost you before you agree to it?

[snarky-imp.livejournal.com]

If we're talking the insurance of doom, no. I tried calling and asking, but they threw a hissy fit over me just asking for the booklet that might have said how much it cost. I do believe I was told to just ask my manager.

The one who's been holding an envelope stuffed with all the insurance-y stuff since last September/October. I know because another one gave me my envelope this morning and said as much.

If it was something else, well, I'm blaming the exhaustion. :p

[no-1-like-me.livejournal.com]

I've never dyed my hair. I want to dye it platinum-blond one day kinda like Gwen Stefani (only cooler :P), or maybe that's too extreme as I have dark brown hair. But extreme is good... I guess :P

[snarky-imp.livejournal.com]

I've lost count of the number of times I've dyed mine. Yay for platinum, unless you turn it orange by accident. Unless you also wanted to be orange for awhile too. ;)