I think it’s important to experience all sorts of things, and all sorts of environments. I’ve been to several big cities (Dallas, London, Atlanta etc.), but I think that New York is different and I think it would change my life. I’m set to move there for a year somewhere between the day my husband finishes college and the day we have our first kid :P I can’t imagine haveing kids in the city, but I def want to experience it before I have them.
quixotickvinne's Life List
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1. grow out my hair again
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2. own a jetta
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3. trail ride montana
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4. make my own clothes
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5. learn to speak norwegian
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6. understand shakespear completely
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7. have a baby
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8. be 100% honest with myself always
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9. pay off my credit cards
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10. download free monophonic ringtones
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11. finish my wedding scrap book
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12. tell them how i feel
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13. retire in washington station, conneticut
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14. live in NYC for at least a year
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15. own horses
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16. road trip to california and actually make it there
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17. feel completely rested
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18. raise a well-rounded kid
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19. master the art of keeping my mouth shut and listening
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20. get up earlier to make the most of the day, and my life
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21. build a house
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22. download free verizon ringtones
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This is the original Stars Hollow. Who wouldn’t want to live here?
The trees, the small community . . . THE SNOW.
Someday, someday I’ll move there and be Lorelai Gilmore.
Shortly after cutting my middle-of-my-back-length hair to about mid-neck-length, I decided to get extentions because I missed my long hair. I got them an I loved them, but when they finally started coming out, I ripped them out myself (instead of going back to the salon where I got them to get them removed) and took half of what hair I had left out with them. This was also the night before I started cosmetology school (what are the odds?), and the next morning in class I had them cut my hair super short because of how much hair I had ripped out. It was actually pretty cute, and I think I even permed it at some point between then and now. This is what it looks like now:

It’s still taking forever to get back to where it was, but at least it’s getting there . . . I just have to quell the Cosmetologist is me and NOT CUT IT. So far my willpower has held up . . . I’ll keep you posted.
