Ugh, I felt like a got nothing accomplished today. I skipped school, so there isn't anything there. And then there's the fact that everything was just WRONG. Hahaha, okay, really, I don't think it was that bad. I'll start from the beginning, like always.
Well, this morning wasn't that bad. I mean, when my mother wakes me up before my alarm is supposed to go off, I get kind of ticked, but she said that breakfast was ready. WHAT? FOOD? FOR ME?
I got up. :) When someone makes food for me, why not? Saves me the trouble.
Turns out, she made these really fluffy and delicious pancakes and put strawberries on top. Best breakfast ever, in a long time. Thank you, mother! We watched Good Morning America while eating. Well, she watched it. I kind of just listened because I didn't put my contacts in so I couldn't see the TV very well.
One of the stories was about a women who blogged about how other women shouldn't hate on her for being pretty. I'm like, HOLLA! The freshmen that sit at the lunch table behind us all hate me because I'm pretty. Why do they do that? I always admire other people when they look good, I never hate on them. I was a gay man in a past life though, so I don't have the complete woman mentality. :) That's your fun fact for the day, angels.
I took a shower, threw my wet hair up in a bun, put my animal print headband on, did some simple makeup, and off the salon I went. I drove too. I'm so proud of myself. Screw my mother who is lazy and won't drive me.
We got in there and she got to work on my hair. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate getting my hair cut? No? Well, yeah. I despise it with a burning passion.
The hair being pulled out of my head by a god damn comb is annoying. The hair combed so it covers my entire face drives me crazy and makes my nose itch, which makes it ten times worse. Then the cape thing around my neck...that's the worst. I HATE STUFF AROUND MY NECK! I could never hang myself. I hate stuff touching my neck too much. It makes me so mad and uncomfortable that I have to clench my hands into fists and breathe deeply to avoid flailing and ripping the cape off. I'm crazy, I know.
What pissed me off the most was this...she asked me if I was growing my bangs out. I wasn't, so I said, "No." So she proceeded to take my side bangs and cut them so they turned into straight bangs. Exactly what I didn't want because I'm sick of them and Anthony isn't too fond of them either. She parted my hair too far to the side anyway. I fixed it. She fixed the supposed "side bangs." They're not side bangs. They go straight across. It's so stupid.
How does a trained professional still mess up simple side bangs? Did she not see what they looked like when I walked in? I kinda wanted them to be the same. Yeah, she can't exactly read my mind, but I didn't tell her to do that. I was pretty pissed. I hope she noticed. I don't even know what to say to her. I just don't get along with her for some reason. She makes me angry.
She even thinned them too much and now I have baby hairs poking off my forehead. WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?! I never had baby hairs there before. This cannot be happening. No.
Yeah, it happened. Life ruined for at least three weeks. My mood is dependent upon my hair. My mother told me not to focus on looks so much. My looks got my boyfriend to notice me. I think they matter a little bit, MOM. She probably cared when she was my age, so I don't want to hear it. It's the only thing I have to work on. I don't need to make myself smarter because that comes naturally to me. I learn things quickly. I do not become pretty very quickly. I don't learn social skills quickly, because I'm only friendly when I'm pretty. Therefore, I was not very friendly today.
We went to the eye doctor next. I made my mom drive because I was too upset about my hair to even focus on driving. She said I was acting like a two-year-old. She needs to take a look at how fucked up my hair is now. My side bangs made me look at least a little seductive. Straight across bangs mean nerd or innocence. GAY!
The eye doctor was all smiles and I was all HATE. I just wanted to see again. Turns out, I need to use the eye drops for another two weeks, because there is still some residual infection of some sort. I don't know what it's from, but I assume it's because I didn't clean my makeup brushes after I put makeup on multiple different people at the musical, and they must have got infected. The day we first went to the eye doctor about this, I cleaned my brushes right away. When in doubt, use Dawn Dishwashing Soap. It works WONDERS. So crazy! It got the liquid foundation right out of my brush, when the specially made brush cleaner couldn't. FUCK YOU BRUSH CLEANER! DAWN RAPES!
She finally decided to give me a new pair of contacts, then shoved me out of the room to see if they made my eyesight any better. HECK YES THEY DID! Everything is so much clearer now! YAY! It's crazy. But I was lonely out there by myself, wandering around, looking at glasses frames (they all looked ugly on me) and catching my reflection in the mirrors. My bangs make me look like Justin Bieber when I swoop them to the side. THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY FOR MAKING ME LOOK LIKE THE BIEBS!
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My mom ordered new glasses. She's cool and glasses look good on her. I'm jealous.
I was still thoroughly pissed was we walked out of the eye doctor's office. She had to run back in to check on something like three times. Fuck my life.
She made me drive to Panera Bread, which wasn't that far away. Suddenly, my day was starting to get little better. Good food? Oui!
Some cunt in a gray car almost killed us because she wasn't paying attention when we were pulling out onto the main road. What a bitch. I saved us. I'm cool like that. We proceeded to pull into the Panera Bread parking lot, and parked within sight of a cop. I was hoping he would go arrest the cunt. He didn't. Damn.
My mom had her pupils dilated for the eye check-up, so she had to wear her sunglasses inside. I'm pretty sure everyone in the cafe thought she was blind. I find that amusing.
She got a salmon and bacon panini. I got broccoli cheddar soup and a roasted turkey and fuji apple salad. NOMS. I get the broccoli cheddar soup every single time we go to Panera. It's so good, I just can't resist. What was even weirder was that afterwards, my mom bought us cookies for dessert. She never does that! Amazed was I.
She got a shortbread cookie that was iced to look like an easter egg. She said it was lemon flavored. I just got a plain shortbread cookie. It was delicious. Usually, Panera's pastries aren't that good, but these were.
I led my blind mother back out to the car. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I passed two men in white shirts. They had holstered guns on their belts. Whoa, hustlers. Just kidding, they were cops.
We took the long way home. It was fun. Scenic and good for improving my down-shifting. My car is a manual. Well, my mom's car is a manual. My brother has the car that is technically mine. I'm buying it off of him in like a month.
We got back and my mom promptly fell asleep. I decided to put my hair up in a bun to try and make myself feel better about my hair. It didn't really work. I read some of the reviews of my stories on fanfiction.net.
I love those people so much. They want me to continue all of my stories! Isn't that nice? A lot of people favorited and reviewed. I've never had so much attention online before. It was awesome. I feel spoiled now. I hope I don't let them down. I think I'll take my time and create more goodness for them to read. Screw my mom, who doesn't like Style fanfics. I like them. Other people like them. Let's just leave it at that.
Jean invited me over to dye Easter eggs with her family. That was pretty funny. They had a ton of different colors and a bunch of eggs to color. Everyone made a mess though. Dye was spilled, eggs were cracked, but we all had fun.
Jean's dad showed up and it got a little awkward. Her parents recently got divorced. I'm still not used to it. He brought buckets of Easter candy for everyone. I ate some of Jean's and her brother's because I don't get any Easter candy. My parents don't love me.
I still stayed at their house for a little while longer, but then their dad took them to go get ice cream and I decided to bail. I never really liked their dad, even when he was married to their mother. He was just, not the friendliest guy in the world.
So I came home, took a shower in a last attempt to get my Bieber hair to look normal. I think I succeeded. It doesn't look exactly the same, but it looks okay...
Just okay.
My mom made me cook sausages on the grill that reminded me of dicks. That's the awkward mind you are hearing from, angels. Get used to it ;)
Yeah, I'm about done for the day. I might just start on writing the next chapter for one of my fanfics. I can't post my original stories on fictionpress.net until tomorrow since the site is mean and has rules, but until then, FAN FICTION RULES!
Quote of the day: "Shut up."
Yeah, original, right? But I heard it a lot, so shut up. :P
You know you love me, so don't even try to deny it.
-Kiki
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