This morning I discovered the true meaning of bed head. I love my short hair, because when I sleep on it, even slightly wet, it usually turns out very wearable the next morning. I might have to put some hair gunk in it to calm some crazy pieces down, but it is always fixable. But, oh no, not this morning. This morning, I experienced, for the first time in my life, real, genuine, crazy and wild bed head.
Yes, I have horns and all. I didn't know my hair could get this crazy! I mean, seriously, what do I do in my sleep to cause my hair to go in practically every direction possible? It's an amazing feat, I have to say. Curt woke up before me today to watch the ESPN game day thing because it took place in Provo and when he came back to wake me up before we went to study, we had some good laughs about my hair. In my half-asleep, half-awake state, I could tell that it was a little crazy, but I really underestimated it's craziness. I mumbled to Curt that my hair was crazy and when I sat up, he realized what I had said and laughed and was like, "You're hair is so cool!" I crawled out of bed to look at it and I was like, "I bet you wish you could have hair like mine, don't ya?" But yes, I had some crazy hair this morning; hair that I didn't think I could have!
This week we also did Hike and Light the Y. It was lots of fun. It was my third year doing it and last year, I had invited Curt to hike it with me and my roommate because I was interested in him. So yes, a year later we celebrated that and hiked it together, again. We got there early and happened to be the first ones on the trail. It was nice to hike it without the hoards of people. It was such a cool view as we hiked up the Y because it had been cloudy all day and then the sun decided to come out and we had a total J.M.W. Turner, sublime scene. It was so cool!
Curt got a really cool picture of me that I like a lot. We took the hike not too fast because we had gotten there early and had the time to take our time. It was nice and so much better than doing homework!
When Curt and I got to the top, we realized that we were pretty much one of the first ones there. So, we picked out the best light...the one right in the middle and the one that gets turned on first! I figured after 3 years of doing this, we deserved it. So now, all we had to do was wait for it to get dark and the rest of the hikers got there so we could light the Y.
Finally, the time came and Curt, being the great guy that he is, let me turn on our light because I let him do it last year. It was really cool to turn on the first light and watch all the other ones go on, though it took them a really long time. Usually they tell everyone that there is a race and whichever side gets to the bottom first, wins. But, they didn't do that this year, so it took a while for them to get all the lights on. But, they eventually did.
Here's Curt with our light. I thought this picture was so cool because it looked like something from a scary movie.
But that was our excitement for the week. Yes, it's homecoming week and we were going to go to the parade this morning, but we forgot...next year, I guess. Sad news of the week, my fish, Indy (previously known as Edward) died. We buried him yesterday in the little area next to our apartment. It was sad and now we are down to one fish, the one I inherited from my best friend who moved to Oregon. I think we will just keep this one and maybe when it dies we'll get a new fish. I miss my fish though. My dresser looks empty without him swimming around in his bowl.