snippity snip and creepy crawlies

After seven long months of hair growing, I finally got a cut last night. According to the boyfriend, I just aged 5 years (20 going on to 25). Um, thanks? Maybe I should not have asked if it made me look older in the first place. While I rather stay youthful looking, it's nice to have a "lighter load" especially when I want to put my hair up in a pony tail (and I'm really having fun depending on these new clips I just bought).

I'm sure in a week or so, I'm going to end up going through some old photos of myself with my gorgeous long hair and regret cutting that much off. It was bad enough looking for a recent before picture because I don't normally get all camera-whore-like until I have a good hair (and face?) day. I know, I know, stop it Sara, don't be silly, it's going to grow out again. What would definitely help reduce the remorse over my hair is getting a job interview and looking (and feeling) more presentable. Is it so wrong to think my hair length could make that much of a difference? :) I always have the option do crazy new hairdos in my spare time just to remind the boyfriend how silly and youthful I really am. It's working so far! I just need a little more practice getting all the right strands clipped in place. :P

Hair talk aside, we have these creepy-looking-furry-centipedes in our apartment. Before moving here, I had never seen anything like these crawlies until the day we moved in. I don't normally flip out over bugs. Back home in Houston, we have these crazy huge cockroaches and usually when I see one, I just run for a bottle of Windex (yes I use Windex instead of Raid) and cackle as I spray at them to their slow becoming death. But these? Just. Get. Them. Away. From. Me. Now I'm actually glad to have a boyfriend who I am proud to call as the creepy-looking-furry-centipede killer. Unfortunately, when he does proceed to do so, he thinks its hilarious to show me that at least half if their legs continue to wriggle after being squished. And he HAS to show me up close. Ugh.

Last night before hitting the hay, he even had the nerve to share a piece of information from his friend that we apparently eat 60-70 spiders a year while we sleep (in addition to my current favorite bug, with aside of sarcasm). UM, NOT COOL?! I'm going to have nightmares for weeks about spiders and creepy-looking-furry-centipedes nightmares from now on, thank you very much Sean and Brian for that information.

What makes your skin crawl?