Friday was boring, I studied. Saturday I lounged around then washed and twisted my hair. Everytime I retwist I get lazier and lazier by putting 2 separate twist together, especially if they were small and were fused together pretty good. Halfway through I had the thought of just cutting it all off and paying a loctician to do the work for me, but reality asked who was gonna pay for a loctician if I wanted to look even more like a male...and I kept on twisting.
This morning Pooka and I got up way too early for a weekend to do some volunteer work for the Foundation of Hope. They deal with the research and treatment of mental illness. To say I was moved is an understatement. When we got there the wind and drizzle was making it hard to want to stay, but just talking to the people and listening to their stories and just everything that went to being there was awesome. Most of the volunteers that were at my stations have been volunteering the walk for several years and I know why. Next year I will volunteer again and hopefully I will be in a position where Pooka and I can at least walk-jog the 6 point something mile trail along with the volunteering. I have never walked for a cause before and since I have someone very close to me with a diagnosed mental illness, what better cause is there to walk for than this one next year?
Because Pooka and I are tired and mommy wasn't exactly sure where the birthday party establishment was nor felt like riding around to find it...we took it to the house. I plan on getting another nap in before breaking the Physics book back out to kill the good mood I am in. LOL!