| 2003-05-26 00:20:23 ET |
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PS: Loki is a GOD...:D
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| 2003-05-25 22:41:01 ET |
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I just got home from my parents' house a little bit ago...we had SO much food. It was lemon chicken, artichokes, corn on the cob and topato salad...with Lemon Marangue for dessert. MMMMMMMMyummay!
As well as eating tons of food, my dad and I watched "Our Hospitality" with Buster Keaton, and all three of us watched "Catch me if you can" and "The Banger Sisters". Both were very awesometacular. "The Banger Sisters" made me want to call up nes and go drinking, haha. Gotta wait til next payday, though.
ANyhow, no more procrastinating...time to get started on this mess I like to call "hair"
Later on that night:
Whoa...so my hair is back to normal. No more dreddies for me for a *long* ass time. I need to repair it. I'm gonna go to the beauty store this week and get some moisturizing and hair repair shtuff. I really need to take better care of my hair. I never really have been very good about that, but if I don't want to go bald, I need to. I know that when you first take extensions out, one's hair is very thin, but I have some bald spots from the extensions pulling, and also from the removal/after brushing...I have very thick hair, and am in no real danger of going bald when I get older--I'd like to keep it that way.
Ok...enough about my hair except to say for the umteenth time: "FUCKING OW!!!"
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| Ow... 2003-05-25 10:10:50 ET |
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Took my dreds out last night....can you say "FUCKING OW!!!" I slept with some strong detangler in my hair with plans to brush it out today, but it hurts too much...I can't even put it into a ponytail without wincing...owieowieowie...why the hell do I do this to myself?? Can someone please explain this to me??
Stoopid hair :[
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| Oh my FUCKING god 2003-05-24 20:31:16 ET |
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::nervous::
So, like, there are a couple homeless people who hang around Solano Ave., right, and a couple of them aren't alcoholics or drug addicts, so I would give them some of our day-old pastries. Tonight, one woman, who is becoming increasingly creeptacular, showed up after we closed with some guy I've never seen before and they *waited* for me to come out after we closed, asking for any leftover pastries. I'm like, DOOD! Fucking shit, man!!! I'm all for helping my fellow man and all, but don't fuckin' pester me, dude. And, like...now they're always coming in asking for our day-olds and shit, and ugh...I'm SO gonna get in trouble, I know it...they're like raccoons or pidgions.
Solution: I'm gonna have to tell them, without sugar coating it that I can no longer help them. There are too many of them coming in too often, and my store manager will have my ass if she finds out. I just wanted to help out two people, and now every homeless person in the area is asking me for pastries...GAH...::swats at them with a fly-swatter:: DONT YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND THAT I"LL GET IN TROUBLE IF YOU KEEP COMING IN ALL DAY?????? GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR...I even made it clear that I wouldn't be able to do it all the time, and not to come in every day...so they come in TWICE a fucking day...the lady, Estelle, comes in SEVERAL times a day, and will ask for me, and ask when I will be in....GRRRRRRRRRR.
Moral of the Story: Never try to help the homeless by giving them things. Give them information on where they can go, or they'll never leave you alone!!! I feel terrible by saying all of this, but I'm totally creeped out that they WAITED FOR ME. gah!
Time to take my aggression out on my hair.
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| 2003-05-23 23:49:27 ET |
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[ mood | relieved ]
[ music | Tom Waits - in my head ]
Last day of classes today...YAYAYAYAYA! I spent most of the day...ha, no, ALL of the day doing my final exam for film. That was fun. It came out pretty ok, except I'm really disappointed with my paper. The exam, i think was a job well done, but I'm very disappointed in my term paper. I think I will re-write it just for me, because I know I can do better. However, my planning was bad, and this is a paper I should have started writing DAYS ago. Boy, I sound like my mother, haha.
No word yet from Festoon. I hope they call me back. I'm trying to be patient, because I know salons can be busy places, just like any other job that deals with the public. ::sighs and taps foot::
I'm 'sposed to call my best friend tonight, but I feel like crap. I'm tired, and I'm starting to feel like I'm coming down with a cold. Wouldn't that be perfect? I just finished school and have my freedom back, and then I go an catch a cold. Bah! ::shakes fist at Murphy::
Speaking of Murphy's Law, I saw someone else get hit with it, yesturday. It was the greatest thing. This woman parks in front of a bank's driveway exit, and lets her son out. She moves up a little bit, but she's still blocking the exit. When she parked, there weren't any other cars to be seen...but as soon as her son go into the bank, everbody and their mother was trying to get thrrough. Not only were there people wanting to get out of the driveway, but there were people going up and down the street as well, and this is a semi-narrow street, and there was really no room for her to be parked there. Haha...it was awesome. If that wasn't the parking gods telling her that that wasn't a good place to park, then I don't know what is! :P
Anyhow...I'm really confused. I have no idea what to do, now. Well...after I cuddle with the piznuppy of course. ::melts:: I love her so. Then, maybe some...CHARLIE CHAPLIN!! yay :]
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