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Sock Buns and Other Randomness.

I finally grabbed my camera out of my purse and hooked it up to the computer. There were some from Memorial Day that I forgot to put up of when the bestby and I took Ginger for a walk to the park. She had a whole lot of fun, but I had more watching Sammy try to deal with her. He's never taken a dog for a walk before and when Ginger goes for walks she goes crazy. We were too lazy to ever dog train her so she just takes control. She always has to be in the front and has to sniff everything, and leave a little bit of pee on every. Single. Yard. I swear, she thinks she's guy or something. I'm just glad she didn't poop and I didn't have to clean it up.

Ginger took of running the second we got out the door. 


Yeah, she has him wrapped around her little, uh, finger? 
Going on the walk made me sad and excited. I'm going to miss my little doggie when I'm away. But then again, I can get an apartment soon and get my own dog. Just not one from the pet store. I refuse to participate in puppy factories or whatever it is that supplies them to the pet store. So, I made a huge mistake and looked at the animal shelters website. I just wanted to save all those poor dogs, especially the cocker spaniels. Those are my favorite kind of dog, mostly because that's the first dog we ever got when I was five. Cocker Spaniels rock! And there were about four in the shelter just that day. 

So then after I looked at the shelter websites, I of course had to look for apartments near my college that allowed pets. Oh my goodness they are expensive, at least to me! I looked at other cities and they had much lower prices but not anything that I would be able to afford from my VS job. Living on campus it is! But then some kids were telling me that it's more expensive to live on campus than in an apartment. Real world = scary. Hey bloggers, have any apartment/living on your own tips for me? :)

Last week and this week my mom and I went shopping for all the things I'll need in college like soap and dishes. It was so fun picking out what laundry detergent I thought smelled the best and which bowls I thought were the prettiest. I didn't get anything that was the same colors. My bowls don't match the plates which don't match the towels which don't match the lamp. Yeah, I like color, A LOT. Plus who needs matching dishware? It's still going to serve the save purpose. It's all getting so much more real. And scary. How am I going to pay for these things when I'm living on my own? 

I needed to get an umbrella because it rains a lot and I'm going to be walking everywhere, so an umbrella is necessary. I was trying to open this really cute green one. I was pulling and pulling but it wouldn't open. Then I pressed a button on the side thinking that would just unlock it. Surprise! It was an automatic umbrella and the way I was holding it, when it opened it ripped off part of my nail. It hurt! On the bright side, I realized my nails are getting stronger from eating that spinach! Go spinach! 

Bad picture. But that's how much it took off. Needless to say, I'm a little scared of umbrellas now. When I figured out how to finally work them though, they're really fun!


The bestby came with me to church yesterday. It was absolutely amazing, I love when he comes with. He's just starting out learning about everything and it's so amazing to watch him, it definitely strengthens my testimony. Our lesson in Sunday school had to do with government and he was answering everything because he is in love with politics and making the world a better place. Our teacher was so confused how he knew everything until I told her that. It was nice being in a class where someone else contributed for a change.

Today I was at Target and the bestby showed up out of nowhere and put a blindfold over my eyes. It was his attempt at kidnapping me. So cute :)

You know what else is cute? When I steal the bestby's shoes so he has to wear mine.
He can pull of the glittery fake toms!


Today I learned how to do a sock bun! I'm so excited right now about this. I've always wondered how some girls get their buns so big when mine turn out so small. I have a whole lot of thick hair! How did they do it? With a sock! So I cut up the first long sock I found on the floor and rolled it into my hair. (It was my sisters sock and she said I could use it as long as I ruined the other in the pair so she wouldn't have an uneven number.)
In case you don't know how to do a sock bun, it's really simple! 
You put your hair into a regular ponytail. 
Then you take a sock longer than an ankle sock and cut the toe out so it's a tube. 
You roll up the sock so it looks like a giant donut.
You put your hair through the middle of the donut, just barely.
Wrap the ends around the sock, and then roll it down your hair until the sock is completely covered. 
And then you have a sock bun!


I love the contrast button and erasing my nose with it. Don't judge. 

So that's about it. Oh, I found out my dad went tping when he was younger and got caught. I had to call my grandma to find out though, haha! He was telling me I wouldn't go. Psh, if I went tping, I wouldn't get caught ;)

And my dog just accidentally locked herself in the bathroom. She must have needed some privacy or something. Oh dogs. 



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