I'm Scared!! Sleep... and Mr. Happiness and his hair

I have made a TERRIBLE mistake!! Today I was adjusting my schedule, I had somehow signed up for an English class that was something different than your standard English 102, and I need to fix it. The only available class that would work with my schedule was an 8 AM. ARGH!

I justify this reckless and suicidal decision with the following facts:

a) Pick a Prof.com showed me 69% of those who take his class get A's
b) now because I end the day after biology at 10: 30... I have absolutely all day to sleep, workout, tan, play games, shop, do homework.. I don't know.

Let's just hope I can actually make it to class because I'm guessing that 31% of non-A's were hitting the snooze button 'til their alarm gave up.

That's the major issue with me in college, sleep.... well, this has actually been an issue of mine since the 8th grade. I rarely ever get that full 8 hours I need. I get lost. I even plan on going to bed early but then there are so many different things I feel the need to do: lay out my outfit, check facebook, have someone paint my nails (Pasta, or Mom).... and then before you know it, it's almost 1:30 and I haven't even brushed my teeth yet. Not to mention... ever since Mr. Happiness went to State and began a schedule that began no earlier than noon, I now talk on the phone for an hour until I finally fall asleep.
Not like college has aided this at all, especially when Scary (the roommate) stays up until 2 AM watching episodes of It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia on her computer.... with all of her lights on. Your computer comes with a back light.. thanks.

I guess I will learn to deal, or adjust to sleeping with lights on.

After I fixed my schedule I packed and then went to see Bride Wars with my Mom and sistas! It was ok, cute. Funniest part to me was the "you don't alter Vera Wang. You alter yourself to fit Vera...."

Mr. Happiness needs a hairbrush.
I honestly believe that you cannot change a person, and that you should love someone for who they are and not who you could transform them into blah blah blah... but I decided when it comes to style and presentation that's open territory.
I haven't been changing Mr. Happiness' style... I have been giving him one. He wouldn't wear button downs, or a button down under a sweater.... I finally begged and pleaded for him to just try one on... he came out of the dressing room, checking himself out in the mirror and said "this looks good"
See, he doesn't care... or didn't care and is starting to, because to him (I have figured it out) caring means he's gay, or less of a man. I am finally beginning (and this was a battle trust me) to make him realize he is the straightest man alive... because wow you could tell he didn't care.
Anyways, he dresses much much better... he even bought a pair of shoes that are not tennis shoes!!! YAY!! They're Tim's, not the work boots *thank GOD* they look kind of like Buck's.. but not?? I tried to add a picture but it is not working.... moving forward, although he is now dressing much much MUCH better.... his hair.. oh his hair.

HE DOESN'T COMB IT...EVER. And good Lord you can tell... I mean he never has but it's just not good. I'm giving him a hairbrush and we are having an intervention day... and I am giving him a hair makeover... pronto.