DON'T YOU REMEMBER YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME BABY!

"Don't dick me around Amanadoo. We're talkin last chance, ok?"

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^That up thar is the first thing Dick Lucas said to me when I told him I'd like to go to cosmetology school. You, gentle readers can probably understand why he said that. Concidering, you know, the fact that I changed my mind about the next step at least a dozen times.

Still, it's the next thing he said that I was thinking about today... "I just wonder if you'll like being around those people."

THOSE PEOPLE

Despite the mild offense I now take to it, I understood what he meant when he said it. THOSE PEOPLE, salon people. People that talk your ear off. People that give you false compliments. People that say Hasta Luego as soon as you hand them their big fat tip. People that don't rub your head quite long enough. People that allow itchy hair to reach unspeakable places (OHHH, you KNOW they do it on purpose). Likewise, people who get water in your ear so that you have to say "huh? huh?" everytime they say something. Those people.

And the truth of the matter is that I had my doubts about those people as well. On the few occasions I opted to go to a salon instead of doing it myself as usual, I always ended up with the fake tan, big bouncy boobies (that were repeatedly thrust in my face during shampooing) and way, way, way, way, way, way, way too much excitement at the prospect of doing my hair. They talk and talk and talk and talk and ya know what? I never had anything to say to those people.

And on Monday, the first day of class, my worries worsened. 12 girls. All young, all [but two] really pretty. We sat there, waiting for someone, anyone, to give us a task. No one talked. It was high school all over again. I mean, a room full of girls your age is intimidating. The bitchy, rumor-rampant, back-stabbing possibilities are practically endless. If there were only one guy, the tension would be gone. One guy is all it takes to fashion a sort of black hole of distraction. But alas, it is just the twelve of us.

And it's great. Everyone gets along fabulously. There is one girl in the class that's already taken the whole thing. But for some mysterious reason, she quit, so now she's taking the whole thing over again. She says the reason she quit is that she didn't like the location (there are 5) she was at. But I've talked to several girls that have been around a while that have transferred because they didn't like their other location. Anyway, she's constantly bored. None of it is new to her. And instead of making it less boring by like making friends, she seems to resent the rest of us. In the very least I think she resents our enthusiasm. I personally could care less, but her hostility (whether imagined or not) kinda gets to some of the other girls. Cause everyone is really nice to her. Like today, she wore really cute earrings and really cute shoes and bracelets and a neat-o hair extension thingie. Everyone was giving her compliments (cuz the stuff was cute) but she wouldn't smile or even look at you if you talked to her. And whenever she gets the chance to exclude herself, she does. She's buds with one other girl and they totally stick to themselves. I can see where she's coming from, but she's, like, obvious and rude about it.

But other than that, everyone's awesome. If for no other reason than it's awesome to be around other people that jump at the bit to get their hands on a new hair dryer or in a sink to wash some hair.

Here's to Amanadoo making the right choice!!!

posted by Mana @ 14.7.04 3 comments
domingo
Beauty school drop out?

Things are 'a changin!!!

The template here, of course.

And the small matter of my having to actually wake up at a certain time in the morning!!! Instead of, you know, rolling out of bed at 3 in the afternoon.

I hope I make friends with my classmates.

I hope I'm good at it.

Ar, I hope I get up on time!

posted by Mana @ 11.7.04 3 comments
The bargain store is open, come inside. You can easily afford the price.

S and I are close.

We have to be.

We've seen each other but-ass naked.

Like, EVERYTHING.

Don't ask, it's a long story.

Well, actually the entire story is that when we vacayed at the beach a coupla years ago, her bathing suit was too big (so it moved around a lot) and my bathing suit wasn't long enough (so it came off a lot).

But anyway, we're close. She was with me when I got my sweet sweet ink, and I was with her yesterday when she got hers. The point I'm trying to make here is that while she was getting her tattoo [yeah, I refer to it as "sweet, sweet ink." Whadaya gonna do bout it?], she was scared, as we all are, and I held her hand the whole time. I bring it up because at some points during the deal, it was like she was giving birth and I was there, holding her hand. And I thought it was neat. Because I'm glad I've got a friend like that, that needs me to hold her hand


In other news, I found my greatest hits of Dolly Parton tonight. My mom had stolen it and subsequently it's managed to get completely scratched up. But I digress. I was driving her car (which used to be mine) because she'd blocked Chuck the truck in. It was just like old times...I popped Dolly in, put that slimy bitch Jolene on repeat, drove way too fast down backroads and thought about my old boyfriends...Every last A-hole ex boyfriend.

That's how I like to roll. On thirteens.

Remember kids, school starts Monday!!!