Bun there

I started apartment hunting Monday as I'm getting kicked out of residence at the end of June. Compared to when I first got here and was looking for a place, there were so many nice places. However, based on my two requirements of "in town" and "sane roommate", I've found a really nice place! It's a little two bedroom right next to main campus. My seemingly sane roommate will be a nice second year Afrikaans boy. More to come on him once I actually know his quirks :)

I've just learned that in order to take the medal test necessary to compete in ballroom dancing I'll need to put my hair in a bun. Those of you who know me (which I'm assuming is all of you), know that I don't like putting my hair up at all let alone in a way that makes it look neat. This was one of the reasons I quit ballet at the age of 5. I'm afraid this is a pretty big deterant of my future dancing career. I feel I've reached a crucial crossroads in my life...should I take the road less travelled? Should I, God forbid, wear my hair in a *shudder* bun?

Oh and remember when I told you my arm hurt was beginning to hurt less?...I fell down the stairs again. Now I have a range of motion equivalent to that of Barbie. Hopefully this will expand my career possibilities...seems to work for her!