Yay, I'm going to visit Rob in St. Louis in a little over 8 days. Huzzah.
I guess I'm not as pumped as I used to get, but that's because of the other stuff going on.
Also, I'm exhausted. Majorly exhausted. I've worked 61 hours this week with work and school all added together. I haven't had a day off for almost two weeks. It's making me tired and pissy.
In a bit I'm going to clean out my car, do laundry, clean up my room and try to catch up on things I've let get out of control.
I've got an appointment to get my hair done the 23 by my classmate, Kevin! I'm a bit nervous, he's doing my cut and color. I know he knows what he's doing, especially with color I'm not worried... but the cut I'm nervous about! He's from the same class at me, I'll be one of his first clients his first week... hence the worrying. I'm getting him to do lowlights and a clear PM shine so my hair looks shinier.
Then I remembered I wanted to get my arms re-waxed. I was stupid and let the other girls test out their waxing skills on me. Ahaha, it hurt so bad. I don't think it should hurt as bad this time, but I'm getting it done 'cause I don't want to have little hairs on my visit to see Rob and I don't want to have to shave 'cause I always miss a spot, being stupid and all. So I requested to have that done again, too. Ugh... but I much prefer it, I was always self-conscious about it because it made me feel like a man. I forgot to sign up for my eyebrows, I'll just request it be done along with my arms. I'm also hopefully getting my nails manicured, which I'll be cutting off within the next two weeks, so I might not do. I kinda hope they don't have time for me to do it, haha.... I just want them to look good when I see his family. They're really long now, all the women in his family get fake nails... so I really pride myself on my real ones, and I want to go up there and show them off. It just makes cutting hair and stuff difficult. I can't hold the comb as well (my nails are half an inch longer than my finger), I'm afraid I'm going to claw people, I dislike it. I could do better work without them. I'm very likely going to just chop them off while I'm up there and if anybody asks, I'll tell them I broke one.
I also have to force myself to exercise today, boo.
A classmate blew dry my hair last week and it looked awesome!
I guess I'm not as pumped as I used to get, but that's because of the other stuff going on.
Also, I'm exhausted. Majorly exhausted. I've worked 61 hours this week with work and school all added together. I haven't had a day off for almost two weeks. It's making me tired and pissy.
In a bit I'm going to clean out my car, do laundry, clean up my room and try to catch up on things I've let get out of control.
I've got an appointment to get my hair done the 23 by my classmate, Kevin! I'm a bit nervous, he's doing my cut and color. I know he knows what he's doing, especially with color I'm not worried... but the cut I'm nervous about! He's from the same class at me, I'll be one of his first clients his first week... hence the worrying. I'm getting him to do lowlights and a clear PM shine so my hair looks shinier.
Then I remembered I wanted to get my arms re-waxed. I was stupid and let the other girls test out their waxing skills on me. Ahaha, it hurt so bad. I don't think it should hurt as bad this time, but I'm getting it done 'cause I don't want to have little hairs on my visit to see Rob and I don't want to have to shave 'cause I always miss a spot, being stupid and all. So I requested to have that done again, too. Ugh... but I much prefer it, I was always self-conscious about it because it made me feel like a man. I forgot to sign up for my eyebrows, I'll just request it be done along with my arms. I'm also hopefully getting my nails manicured, which I'll be cutting off within the next two weeks, so I might not do. I kinda hope they don't have time for me to do it, haha.... I just want them to look good when I see his family. They're really long now, all the women in his family get fake nails... so I really pride myself on my real ones, and I want to go up there and show them off. It just makes cutting hair and stuff difficult. I can't hold the comb as well (my nails are half an inch longer than my finger), I'm afraid I'm going to claw people, I dislike it. I could do better work without them. I'm very likely going to just chop them off while I'm up there and if anybody asks, I'll tell them I broke one.
I also have to force myself to exercise today, boo.
A classmate blew dry my hair last week and it looked awesome!
quirky:
Great. Now I will be even more depressed.