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This weekend

This weekend was crazy! From getting my hair dyed, trying acupuncture, and going to my first Nuggets game, I'm pretty tired. 
I got blonde highlights on Friday. It was a really fun experience. I went to the Aveda hair institute because I thought it'd be a lot cheaper but it wasn't since my hair is so thick so they had to use extra dye. Oh well, it was worth it. I got a hand massage, head massage, hot towel, peppermint oil rubbed on my temples. It was amazing! 
On my way to get my hair done though, I forgot my wallet so I had to go back home. Oh boy. 

It took a lot longer to get my hair done though than I thought and I had an appointment for acupuncture so I was running late for that. I was able to keep my appointment though. Acupuncture was weird. I was trying it to see how it helped with anxiety. First I was asked about everything in my life. Then the needles went in. The ones that went in my feet hurt going in along with the one in my hands. The other ones didn't hurt at all, including the needle in my forehead. 
Then I was asked to just lay there and relax. I was relaxing until I moved one of my fingers. The needle in my forearm was sitting between two bones in a muscle that was connected to my hand so every little movement hurt so bad. Which wasn't the most relaxing. 
Afterwards though, I felt relaxed. My head was stressed about other things but my body was relaxed. It only lasted until the nuggets game though. 
I was stressed the first half of the game. Lots of people, new place, and the pressure of trying to stay calm were not fun. Plus I was irrationally angry at everything. Why do they have to boo when the other team is shooting? Why did he push him?! 
I was excited to see Lebron James play. It was beautiful watching him play! That man owns basketball. 
An older lady reprimanded Sammy for yelling about her favorite player. It was weird and hilarious at the same time. 
And on Saturday I had my first virgin piña colada at a restraunt. I felt like such a big girl. Sammy's mom had a real one. And Michael has the best face in the background. 

Then Sunday we had our first temple prep class! We're getting closer! 


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  1. Bailey KayNovember 10, 2014 at 10:53 AM

    Nope, the needles wouldn't help with my anxiety, it would just make it worse.

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