Thursday, December 29, 2005

I was putting gel in this guy's hair and I had to reach up to do it as he is a lot taller than me. He said something about how I was creeking and at first I didn't know what he was talking about. I suddenly realized that my shoulders were popping when I would reach up. I started laughing like really hard! My shoulders pop so loud --it sounds like when people crack their knuckles but I'm not doing it on purpose. I don't even hear it embarrassing! He walked by me later on and made a creeking noise. I'm the tin woman.

Wednesday, December 28, 2005

Double Rod Perms are the devil.

Wynn, Tracy, JP

Wynn, Tracy, JP
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Tuesday, December 27, 2005

This girl at school got a little tiny dog worth $1000 for Christmas. She brought it in for show and tell today. I was sitting in a chair in a corner, working on my worksheet, minding my own business, when she brought it in. She sat in the chair next to me and some of the girls came over and went absolutely crazy over this little dog. They were cooing at it like it was a baby. I didn't even look up from what I was doing and one of the girls noticed this and felt it necessary to point out. So I said that I wasn't an animal person. I looked at their faces and it was as if I had said I hated children and I wished that they would all die. So I kind of retracted and said I was allergic to 95 percent of them which is mostly true. I am trying to decide what is worse: people looking at you like you are a child hater or a bubble girl?

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Oh readers, I'm so sorry that I haven't written in a whole week! My life is a circus and I haven't been very inspired until today...
SO I don't know what the deal is with the Christmas season. It's like work and school slow down to a comatose state. Really there is no point in anyone being there. At school they have ground into our heads that we absolutely must be to our 'theory' class on time. If we are thirty seconds late, they won't let us in and we won't get credit for it. I'm thinking, ok so theory must be a really important class and we must learn some really intense stuff in there. I've had about 4 or 5 hours of theory so far. Can you guess what these hours have consisted of? Taking role. Once we have gotten that far, we have been free to go and do whatever we want--except for one day we had to stay and watch the Grinch. I am trying to figure out if it's because it's comatose Christmas or if this is how theory is.
I had my first hair cut in school today and it was awesome. I seriously love doing this. Come in and let me cut your hair!

Thursday, December 15, 2005

This lady from a mall salon came in to try and recruit us for when we are done with school. It would be like working at a high end supercuts. I have issues with this on so many levels but I won't get into it. So she wanted to demonstrate a crazy new hair cut on someone. As the volunteer sat in the chair, waiting for her to begin, we were forced to sit through her telling us all about the mistakes she has made on past haircuts. Meanwhile the volunteer began to look more and more like a deer caught in headlights. She had candy and was passing it out if we asked questions but no one was really asking anything. You want to to know why? No one wants to know anything more about working in a cheap place where you can't make any money!!! The haircut she ended up doing was super cute but it was just an a line bob. I was afraid because this was the crazy new hair cut she had to show us. What does she normally do? How was this at all inventive? We just learned how to do it during cutting week!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Ok so I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot...
I have a new crush. He looks like someone I had a mad crush on in the fifth grade. I ordered some books from one of those book club catalogs just so that I could get the complimentary magazine all about him (included poster for my wall). I would carry around the magazine all of the time. I kept it folded in half and stowed away in my back pocket of my jeans. I was so cool. Ok so anyway, we have guest speakers in school and I saw this guy walking around and I looked at him and he looked at me and neither of us looked away. I was thinking what are you doing here? I've never seen you before! He was probably thinking, why are you staring at me? Do we know each other? Either that or who is that girl? She is hot! just kidding, just kidding. I went into the classroom and he was up there talking away about who knows what. I was so distracted by his cute hair and the fact that a guy in the class pointed out that he had cute chops, then sheepishly added that he was blushing. Oh you gay boys are so silly when you hit on straight men. After staring at him for a while I suddenly realized how much he reminded me of the man in the magazine in my back pocket in fifth grade. He had the same hair color, same eyes, same facial features, and even same height! Michael J Fox! It's you! Your parkinson's disease is gone and you are divorced, do hair, and you're teaching at my school! This is truly amazing.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Today my sister came into the salon with me as a floor model for my final. I did fake tints, bleaches, weaves, perm, and blow dryed and curled her hair. It was fun to have her there because she kept an eye on the mentor. She said he was staring at me, watching me walk her to the shampoo bowl. Then he sat ever so strategically across from us and talked to this other girl but didn't seem to really be listening to what she was saying because he was watching me out of the corner of his eye. I am not exagerating on this--I swear! My sister is my witness! He even started to say something to me but was interrupted and then there wasn't another chance to talk. Things are happening! ha ha

Sunday, December 11, 2005

We all gave each other pedicures on Friday. Naturally anytime your shoes and socks come off, the conversation magically turns into bathroom talk--no wait that's not when your shoes and socks come off, that's when my family sits down at the dinner table. So I can't explain why this came up. The topic was: which is worse? Would you rather have someone burp in your face or fart in your face? Majority rule was burp in your face but there were actually some that would rather have someone fart in their face. Someone on the burp side felt the need to point out just what a fart is: air coming out of your butthole. I would much rather have the vomit smell than the poo smell coming at me but that is just me. Where do you stand? You're not allowed to say neither....

Thursday, December 08, 2005

I hope my eyebrows will recover....
I let a girl wax them for practice today. They didn't need much--just a little clean up. When I layed down in the chair and I felt the hot wax on my face I thought, huh that feels like it's in the wrong place. Sure enough when I looked in the mirror, my eyebrows had changed. What was funny is that they looked almost identical to the waxer(person waxing me). It's not that they look all that bad--just different and not like I would like them to be. Good thing I have bangs and that eyebrows grow back!

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Oh my gosh why in the world do I have this stupid mentor crush??? It's so embarrassing: I blush so bad that I look like a tomato when I talk to him. It makes me avoid talking to him which is really not helping me here.
This girl was talking about some dude she met who worked in an emergency room. She said that he had a bunch of tattoos and earings which is something she is really attracted to. When she found out that he was a doctor, she said- and I quote, "I had to change my panties right then." What? Why? Why? Why? Stop torturing me with your vile attempts at being funny!

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Today I met THE MAN--the one who started it all. He came in to our school today and we all took pictures with him. He was really very nice and fun and I actually had a thirty second conversation with him. He hasn't come to the school in five years so this was a rare opportunity to meet him. I will post a picture as soon as I can...

Monday, December 05, 2005

Dear Mentor,
On Friday you came into our class for haircutting, to get a refresher course on barbering. Let's be honest here, mentor. You were coming in to see me. I know it. You have a secret crush on me. This would explain the nervous glances and awkward behavior around me and the fact that you keep showing up in our class when you're not supposed to be there. Today you were there again, making eyes at me whenever possible. It's so cute. You are so cute with your little black faux hawk that makes you look almost like Lyle Lovet--who I don't find remotely attractive by the way. Somehow you are the hot version of Lyle. The version that Julia Roberts saw and no one else did. One of the girls made it a goal today to kiss every straight guy in the school. She also made a bet with someone last year that she would be dating Ashton Kutcher by this April so let's not hold our breath on her coming within a foot of you. You will be mine, oh yes, you will be mine.

Thursday, December 01, 2005

More haircutting because as I said before, it's haircutting week and since the week isn't over yet: haircuts, haircuts, haircuts! It was hard today but my instructors said that I was doing well. Maybe they would have said that no matter how crappy my haircuts were. I'll never know. I feel pretty good about myself though in the meantime. I want to learn how to cut my own hair. I could get my hair cut for free at the school but I am scared to do that. There are so many girls that really shouldn't be in this business no matter how much training they get.