ha. so.

Today, I woke up at an ungodly hour to get to downtown HP (that's Highland Park, for those of you not in the know) by 8am. I met with a guy from my shul who is a lawyer. We talked about lawyery things, since I've decided to go to law school and whatnot. He didn't tell me what to do one way or the other, but after 49 years, he still enjoys what he is doing. More than anything, that's what I want out of my career. Well, I also want to be able to pay off all of my student loans and be able to support myself.

My grandma is here to visit! She usually comes for a little in the spring/summer, and also for Thanksgiving. (She is usually our only guest.) We then go visit her for Christmas. Oh, Christmas, I have such mixed feelings about you...but those can wait until Christmas is closer...assuming I'm still writing this then and you are still reading it.

This is the first conversation my grandma and I had, even before we hugged:

Grandma: Did you do something with your hair?
me: No?

Grandma: But it's curly. Did you use anything on it?
me: No, it was like this when I woke up.
Grandma: Did you lighten your hair?
me: No, I spent a lot of time out in the sun in Israel.
Grandma: ...Oh, you got bangs! That's it. (She hasn't seen me for awhile, since Christmas, I guess...I mean, I've had bangs since February, so I don't consider them a recent change.)

This conversation was especially weird since my grandma was bald. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in January of 2005. Thank god, she's been doing well, all things considered. She just finished a round of chemo and wasn't wearing her wig, because she says it makes her head sore/gives her a headache if she wears it for too long. But this is the first time I've seen her bald. It was weird.

My sister then called and asked when I wanted to get a pedicure. I said I'd go with her because she views this as an appropriate bonding ritual, getting foot massages is fun, getting toenail polish that my parents disapprove of (like yellow) is even more fun, and I have a lot of dead skin on my heels courtesy of Israel that needs to be removed. She wanted to go at 8am tomorrow morning. I quickly said no. In case you didn't already know, I value my sleep. I will wake up early to go to shul or football games or sometimes even class, but I won't get up that early for a fucking pedicure. She then suggested Thursday, but this is when she moves into her apartment/dorm. Even though my parents pre-requested a room for her, they are convinced that it will still be first come first served, and I agree. While I appreciate Rachel's dedication to getting a pedicure, I think moving into her swanky Chicago pad is more important. So we're going Saturday afternoon.

Being home is nice. There are many couches for me to fall asleep on. There is also my bed and even though it is a bunk bed, it has a really awesome mattress that makes me feel like I am sleeping on a cloud or something equally awesome. It always takes me a day or so to get used to the crappy school mattresses.

This is making me think of moving back into the dorm. While I don't have that much stuff, it's still not a pleasant thought. My only hope is that I can move everything out at once...