Quick & Easy...like my eggs.

I hate mornings.
I have a strange need for breakfast food...at...breakfast. A novel idea.
I think I may be falling in some serious like, but don't tell anyone.
Keys get lost so that God can have a quick chuckle in the morning.
I would rather be in Denver playing with my new, beautiful, Haitian cousins...and of COURSE be able to see Kim & Pat with my own eyes.
EFA is taking over my life...and I'm comfortable with that.

LOVE LOVE.

"Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and very important."

Some Men Can't Handle the Regalness of an Up-Do!

^^^^^^ The first one (the dark brown one) was the one that won 3rd place...took me about an hour (mostly because I had planned in my mind didn't work out the way I wanted so I had to tweak it...grrr). The second one (the light brown one) got 1st place...took me about 30 minutes (and I was madly in love with it.)

So. I'm a beast. We did up-do's today...and I was amazing. I don't mean to toot my own horn, but beep...beep. We had an up-do challenge and we had to do an up-do and have it judged by the entire school, students && faculty. They voted on ballots and then our teacher counted them and told us who won. Some of us entered two, because we had the time and we wanted to, so there ended up being 12 mannequins being judged (there's only 7 in our class). I got 1st place AND 3rd place :)) Thought I'd post some pics. I'm thinking of putting up a website and advertising myself for weddings and prom for cheap, cheaper than would be in a real salon and I'd come to them, instead of them having to go somewhere else...good idea? Feedback is always welcome :))

Little Ol' Ladies Betta Not See Me!!

^^^The brunettes:: (L-R) Meagan:Perla:Dajana:Kendra:Me

Perms suck. Or...do they blow? I've never understood the difference because they essentially mean the same thing, but either way perms are TERRIBLE. It's like, God decided to give hairdressers a taste of what the apocalypse will feel like, so in 1909 He invented perms. To fuck with us. Because that's the only plausible answer I can come up with as to WHY anyone would want one OR want to do one. They're ridiculously unhealthy for your hair...and if you have any previous color, you can just FORGET about a perm. Not to mention, they're the most tedious, time consuming things EVER CREATED. All of us (especially Kendra) almost shot our mannequins. Megan seemed to like it, so we've decided that when we go on the floor in February, if we have a perm and Megan doesn't have a full day, we're giving it to her. Hands down. I was cursing at that head more than I've ever cursed any inanimate object in my LIFE. There were things said that shouldn't be repeated. Even though our teacher (whose name is Melissa Meyer, btw) said it will be easier on actual people, I don't want to risk it. I have a mouth. And my face tells EVERYTHING. So that...will be interesting, to say the least.

Oh...so...before the Perm disaster day happened, we did shampooing and blowdrying. WELL. At this point, we've learned the correct way to shampoo, blowdry and straight iron hair. We'd just had a demo by Eric Fisher (I go to Eric Fisher Academy....) and he was talking all about how we need to focus on learning the correct way, and THEN we can deviate later after we're completely comfortable. So..instead of shampooing on our mannequins, we decided to shampoo each other. So we drew names out of a hat and I got Dajana. So she shampooed me, took me in the room, and started to blowdry. Now, she didn't section my hair correctly nor did she use the right brush for how short my hair is. When I asked her why (very politely, despite my grumpy mood), she said "This is the way I wanna do it" ------ .....okay. So I said nothing else, and when she "finished", I knew my hair wasn't dry. It was starting to curl up and it was visibly still damp. I was like 'Okay, okay...she's bound to put her hands in my hair and notice it's still wet' ---- NOPE. She picks up the 400 degree flat iron and proceeds to try to put it on my head. I FLIPPED a shit, jumped out of the chair and was like "If you put that straight iron on my hair, I swear to God I'll take it to your face." --- (I felt pretty bad after saying this, but the situation was a little...scary. I don't have that much hair anyway, and if she burned it off, I woulda killed her). So my teacher comes over and is like "what's wrong" so I told her, and she was like "holy crap" so she finished my hair herself.

Dajana is one of those girls...who is....really nice, but pretentious. She thinks she's right NO MATTER WHAT. She second guesses everything all the time, she's blatantly rude without necessarily trying to be, and she tells the longest, most drawn-out stories that pertain to NOTHING whatsoever..all the time. It's....ridiculous. *sigh* Oh well..c'est la vie.

I still love my school, regardless.

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