Pray for Him.

Last night I came home from the gym feeling quite exhausted. Lately my body has been aching for a good night sleep. But being the careless teenager I am, I've deprived it of that pleasure and have forced it to stay up and watch endless hours of pointless television. (Badly done!) After throwing my clean clothes on the floor and putting Crispin back in her cage, I slipped into the shower and soaked up the hot water in a sponge-like manner. I didn't dry my hair, or brush it. I just laid in bed, staring in wonder at my glow-in-the-dark sealing stars. Ten seconds later, I had checked into Dreamland. I woke up 12 glorious hours later and read my texts. *Smile* CONFESSION: I felt bad for falling asleep last night. Forgive me? My body thanks you though. It finally feels rejuvenated. When I rolled out of bed and took a look in the mirror, I giggled to myself. Greeeeeaaaaaat...Bed head. It's nothing out of the ordinary though, it happens to me every morning. I should warn my future husband though. I wouldn't want to scare him out of love. That would just be terrible. So I think I'll write him a letter. Right now actually.

Dear future husband,

This is what you get to look forward to. 

Get used to it.

Love,

Your BEAUTIFUL future wife.

Ps. No make-up and bed hair. What kind of girl would actually post THAT picture? 

Final note of love:

When mom and I were coming back from the gym this morning, she turned to me and said, "Rachael when you go off to college, no more pony tails on top of your head. You need to start looking like a girl. You can throw your hair in a bun when you get back to your apartment, but its time to start acting like a grown up."

Thanks mom. Thanks.