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Getting ready for the weekend. It's easy to stuff clothes and makeup in backpack and call myself ready. But preparing me isn't so easy. I struggle with excitement, anxiety, nervousness, and butterflies that are made of steel in my stomach. It's been so long since I have seen everyone, and I truly am nervous. Will it all be as much fun as I anticipate? Will I be funny and charming or will I get stupid and fall face first? Am I truly as ok as I think I am? A weekend of fun can only get this complicated inside of my head. Somedays, I wish I could scrape the grey matter out and be a ditzy blonde. But Loreal doesn't make brain dye, so I am stuck with this whirlwind of thoughts.