I Cut My Hair... Not!

It was a rare good hair day, and I decided to play with my hair in a moment of slight delirium. I took this photo intending to send this to Mark and scare him with a story that I had chopped my locks off, but couldn't keep a joke and just told him straight that I was playing with my hair.

As you can see, 4 years on and still proudly donning my favourite T-shirt. I'm still bummed that I cannot find my ultimate favourite red collagiate after graduating (I distinctly remember lending it to someone rather regretfully, knowing that it may not come back, I just can't remember who it was!). But I figured it probably is a fellow ACian as you'd know if an ACJC needing returning if you didn't go to the school right?

I feel SO ancient just thinking about junior college.. Gosh my sister's about to have her second baby for crying out loud! (That makes me a DOUBLE auntie!)