Wide awake.

The past week or so has been interesting, no doubt. Dress shopping with Mandy, celebrated D’s birthday, hit up a Stars game for Hambone’s birthday, made my first gingerbread house with JB and currently awaiting for my new TV to arrive.

Throughout all the festivities, my mind has been all over the place. Most of the thoughts have been self-centered thoughts which is probably why I feel a bit unstable. No solid foundation. “The valley? Again? When is the last time I’ve hit a mountain peak?” I can feel growth, but I know it is stunted. I’m being very vague, but that’s how I feel at the moment.

But I just wanted to update for the sake of updating. Probably the most exciting news to you is that Denise is in the final four of Survivor. Guess we’ll find out Sunday night if I’ll have to sport a mullet sometime soon.

A bet with a mullet.

Early Friday evening while watching Survivor: China for the second time (a friend had not seen it yet), I remembered Frosti’s last words as he was beaten by “a tiny flight attendant, a sassy New York waitress and a lady with a mullet.” Word vomit occurred as I chucked out, “If Denise wins, I will wear a mullet for a week!” Although I did not say it with much boldness, my friend Jenna picked up on it and within seconds typed up a contract which made my statement official. I signed it as well as my two witnesses.

I don’t plan on going back on my words and am feeling quite good that Denise (although an enjoyable character) will not win the Survivor million. If she does win, well, I guess I’ll share the results. Good luck, Denise!