Yeah, so I love my job and hate my coworkers. I haven't worked with people as immature as this since I worked in daycare. And they had an excuse. They were three. And still more responsible than my cowokers. Go figure.

Insomnia sucks. I get out of bed tired as hell. I go through my day at work tired as hell. About two hours before I leave work, I suddenly perk up. Now I am tired, but not sleepy. Sucks.

Boy is coming to visit in about three weeks. Oh, yay! This means some fun time with someone that won't judge every damn stupid aspect of my life (or actions, however you decide to look at it). Now I must decide whether or not to go on a mini vacation that week (and try to find someone to watch the pup) or just hang around here. I do usually decide at the last minute, so no point in thinking about it now.

Still waiting to hear from two people that agreed to shoot my pictures. Dum-dee-dum-dee-dum. Waiting sucks ass.

My purchases for this weekend included (but were not limited to):
New shoes (Jolly Roger, super sweet)
Pee Wee's Big Adventure (dvd)
James Dean Collection (dvd)
Gilmore Girls-Season Two (dvd)
PBR (two 12-packs, bottles...grrr)
Camel Lights in a box (2 packs)
Gel Medium (High Solid, Matte....not exactly what I wanted...gloss, not matte)
Canvas (6, tiny)
Books (2, A Brief History of the Smile by Angus Trumble; Out Of It: A Cultural History of Inoxication by Stuart Walton)
CD (Old Crow Medicine Show, awsome awsome awsome)
Doggy Shampoo (puppy, because she has sensitive skin)
Shower Head Nozzle (to hook up for the dogs bath)

Stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid stupid........

I dealt with some of the most digustingly happy people today. The came in for cuts, styles, etc., and would not shut up. And I can't figure out what made them so happy. It was a nice change of pace from the usually haggard, hurried, rude people that come in.

I got nothing exciting in the mail today, but I did get an email telling me that a friend of mine is getting married in a coupla months. Sweet!

Yup, that's about it. Not too exciting, huh?

I was awakened bright and early this morning. It happens to be one of my days off. One of the girls looked at the schedule wrong and I had to drive down to open the shop for another co-worker. So, then I was awake. I went shopping in my jammies. Good times.

I did nothing yesterday except lounge around and watch movies. It was extremely relaxing. Half the day is gone today and I haven't yet figured out what to do. I have pretty much spent my time sending dirty text messages to someone.

I need to wrap my bosses birthday gift and get it to her tomorrow. So there is something I can do.

Then I should go pick up my order from the bookstore.

I know! I can go camera shopping! I need a new camera anyway, and if I will be out and about, I might as well, right?

Wowza. Mom came to visit for the weekend and just left to return home. That was interesting.

My bosses birthday was yesterday. I was unable to go out and party because my mother didn't want to go out that late. I felt obligated to stay in with her. She said she felt guilty that I wasn't going out. A no win situation.

We did manage to get most of her crap out of the storage unit I have been renting for her. One more trip and it should be empty and i won't have to pay for it anymore.

My weekend started this morning. Well, technically last night. I am free to do whatever I want for the next two days. I haven't a clue what I will do, but I'm sure I can figure something out. Some friends are out of town, so I can't hang out with them. The one person I REALLY want to hang out with has been out of town for a few months now. Eagerly awaiting return. Maybe I will find where the movie March Of The Penguins is playing. It looks interesting.

Welp, Happy Weekend!

Ha! Someone fixed it for me! Thank you!

Wow, all that I typed is gone....let's try again.

Ok, I may or may not have fixed the picture. It still looks stretchy to me. Hmmmm....maybe that's not so bad. But still, maybe my camera sucks.

I don't feel like going into the story about the girl from Afganistan again. I typed it. It got erased. It's over. It ended happy.

I can't retell my joke now. I typed it. It's gone. I told it to a friend over the phone. It took him forever to get it. Apparently it isn't as funny as I thought it was.

I am sitting here enjoying a PBR and a smoke while listening to A&E in the background. It's some magician or something.

Oh, I found out that the town I used to live in has Skirt Night at one of the bars on Wednesdays. Whoever wears a skirt there gets cheap drinks, guy or girl. maybe it's worth the hour drive. Too bad I have to be at work early in the morning.

So, I applied to SG again for the third time. Maybe the photos won't suck ass this time. It's not that they were bad pictures before, but apparently the quality or some shit was right. This is the THIRD time in TWO years. Sigh.

I did very well in the way of money tonight at the shop. I guess people were in a very generous mood. I didn't do that many cuts, but damn if I wasn't getting fantastic tips. If only everyday could be like that. Of course, I closed it up early. I got bored the last half hour waiting to see if anyone showed up for a last minute cut.

It's strange bacause I didn't plan on doing hair for a living. When I was five I wanted to be a truck driver. When I was 8 I wanted to be nadia. When I was 11 I wanted to be a pilot. When I was 15 I wanted to be a beach bum. When I was 17 I wanted to be an interior designer. I went to college and then went to hair school. In hopes of making money right off to finish paying for college. And then I never went back to college. That's kind of fucked up, huh? Not that I don't love doing hair. I do. I find it amusing that most of my clientele is geriatrics. I don't know what it is about me that makes them come back. Well, several I do. I get the old, bitter, mean men and women that come in and think they can just be rude as shit me and I have to put up with it. But I don't. Oh no. i dish the same right back to them. And then they come back and request that I do their hair. Like this guy today. In a wheelchair. Can barely walk. Looks like he was a sailor in the 30's. Just a mean, mean old man. Came in today and was talking to me about a meeting his complex was having for the tenants. I asked what it was for and you know what he said? "I don't know yet, but everytime I come see you I have good luck". What the hell does that mean? When I colored my hair neon orange he said, "Looks like you'll be gettin' all the young bucks in here. And the old bucks". Buck, as in male deer. As in mating season...for Christ's sake.

Anyway....yeah.

So here I am. Thanks people that have left comments. I do feel welcome. Hopefully I will be accepted. Or my phot sets will, as it is.

I read a site tonight that made me very emotional.

postsecrets.com

Jesus.....

But I feel human again.