Four(ish) Words:

I. Love. My. School.





FIN.

.........

MAKEUP

I LOOKED LIKE AN 80'S POP PRINCESS!


and now I'm very sleepy....I feel old. Going to bed at 10:30 on a Friday night. What has become of my 20 year old existence. Oh yeah...........getting up at 5am every day will do that, I suppose. FML

Lurve Lurve.

Wax. Yes.

Yesterday...we waxed.

I'd never been waxed.

But I got waxed.

My eyebrows did.

And...

It stung.

BUT!

I liked it.

So whate'er.

I have pretty eyebrows now.

Annnnd...

Ima bout to pass out. So...

Fin.

Scream. Brilliant. BRUSHES?! Yes.

It has officially been too long since my smartass has graced the cyberworld of this blog. Obviously, I'm a Facebook freakazoid, but blogs...are very special things. Meant for very special people. A people who need people and who are, in many ways, the luckiest people...in the world. (Yes...I just quoted Barbara Streisand...I dare you to argue).
Anywhozits....since my last blog, I have left Lawrence, moved back to Salina-ish and have thus started cosmetology school at the Eric Fisher Academy in Wichita. It's okay.

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PSYCH! I LOOOOOOOOOOVE IT! Its pretty much the most fabulous thing I've ever been a part of...well...you know, next to showchoir camp in high school. This is like showchoir camp...but every day....for more than a week....without breaking my ass every day! Bahahaha. No, but seriously, my teacher is about the cutest thing I've ever seen. She looks like a mini Lucille Ball....red hair and everything. Her name is Patti, and because of her diminutive size, we call her our Pocket Patti. Precious. She also won major cool points for naming her daughter after a Harry Potter character - Bellatrix Black. LOVE IT.

I only have seven people in my class....seven. It's small. I've got Perla, Alissa, Megan, Meagan, Dajana, Kendra, and me. Lemme just go through them...so you know who I'm talking about....

Perla is about 4'9, with crazy red streaks in her hair. She's Mexican and super quiet, but she's opened up and she's very, very sweet.

Alissa is the oldest of us, at 21...she's a single mother of the CUTEST 6 month old baby in the world. He's precious. She's really nice, very quiet, but EXTREMELY organized.

Megan is the ex-sorority sister. She went to K-State, then WSU, hated it, dropped out, and is now in cosmo school. She's kind of a bitch at first, but she's really nice. She can be rude at times, but I dont' really think anything of it because she's not necessarily snotty...she's just honest.

Meagan...oh gosh. She's a hot mess. She can't remember what you told her three seconds ago, she has to have everything repeated multiple times, and she has a hard time of hearing people...like, if we talk too fast, she gets totally lost. But...she's a sweetheart as well. She's totally genuine about it, and we can tell that it frustrates her...but sometimes, we just kinda wanna ring her neck.

Dajana (pronounced Di-yah-nuh) is originally from Germany, but moved over here when she was 5. She speaks, like, three languages (aside from English) and is working on a fourth. She's one of those socially awkward girls who has to grow on you, and she's grown on me. She's a good time.

Kendra is from western Kansas....Sylvan Grove, actually. She's SUPER funny, super sweet, and she sits by me, so we're becoming pretty good friends. She's the most down to earth of all of us, I think. And she's the only one without any artificial color in her hair.............yet. :))

The school is SUCH a good time. When we get there in the morning, we have to clock in with our handprint and then we have Lighting Round. It's when the ENTIRETY of the school gathers on the floor by the stage and has, like, announcements. And sometimes we have prizes or skits. Then we all break off to our separate classes and whatnot.

Our dress code is 80% black, but we can add color here and there. Every other Friday is jeans day, and every OTHER Friday is color day :)) So this Friday will be color day. And I'm excited!!

We got our kits last Friday...it was like Christmas! I have so many brushes and combs I don't know what to do with them! :)) I got a new blowdryer, straightening iron, two curling irons, six mannequin heads, and a WHOLE lotta other stuff. It's nuts! I love it!

Everyone is SOOOOO incredibly nice...even our business teacher, Cynthia. She teaches our business course NUTS & BOLTS. She's....fantastical. It's hilarious. She totally reminds me of Aunt Kathy, actually...it's great :))

Well...I'll be sure to post more stories on here as time progresses :))

LOVE LOVE

Employment

I got a job! Thank Allah. It's nothing super exciting, but it's for a call center. Ill be that annoying chick who calls you to ask if you want a magazine subscriptions and if you can be entered into a drawing to win A CRUISE!!!!! Right? Awesome. So I'll get hung up on, but I'll most likely get some terrible sap who can't help but say yes and I'll sell some magazines...which means my pay will go up...which is a GOOOOOOD THING. Even if I DON'T sell anything, I'll be making about $200 a week (paid weekly...and that's AFTER taxes)...so about $800 a month. Plus, if I sell, I get paid more. Which is awesome, to say the least. Money makes the world go 'round, as Liza and Joel would say. Oh, Cabaret, you make my life :) My hours are from 9:30-4:30 M-F...all weekends off. Sound good? Oh yes. I thought so. I start tomorrow...which probably means I should be sleeping. yep. I'll go do that.

G'night world!

My Blogemy

Yes. That's what I'm calling this blasted thing that invokes as much guilt as walking through an animal shelter knowing half of those beautiful dogs won't leave that horrid place.
Blogging is tedious. And a little time consuming. Not to mention, I'm such a control freak and perfectionist that I feel I should entertain as well as inform every time I write. My mom says I'm 'hilarious'...but I don't see it so much and it's all I can do not to over-analyze and re-read everything I write before I post it. You don't understand...I'm a lunatic when it comes to this. Which is probably why I try to avoid it at all costs. I think "hmm I'm tired", or "hmm...not tonight", or "hmmm I don't feel like it", or "hmmm maybe later." -- The self excuses never end. Kind of like a Bette Midler ballad....btw, Wind Beneath My Wings just KEEPS GOING. Don't get me wrong, the Divine Miss M is my role model, but honestly....how many times can you say 'fly' at the end of a song before someone goes "spread your wings, god damn it!"
On a more depressing note, I am still jobless. The Job Market (my other enemy...a close second to the blogosphere) is kicking my ass up and down and all around. It's...lovely. You'd think that I'd find something...anything!...by this point. But no. I can't find my purpose. As Princeton said in Avenue Q "I've gotta find my purpose..." -- granted, he was singing about it and he is a puppet...but that doesn't matter...doesn't make it less true.
I tried using italics up there...no clue if it will work. It had some strange code that inserted automatically when I pressed the little italic 'i'....and I was like "wait, wtf?...awkward."
Bed time! KU game tomorrow! Mimosa's and eggs at 8:30am! Woooo! ROCK CHALK.

Just a thought...

I cry way too easily. Especially when I'm alone. I need to work on that. It's depressing.