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I love being random, and I love Megan...and I love having my own car.
I picked her up at work and we went to a new salon and both of us got our hair "did". She paid! She got her hair cut, and I got mine trimmed and colored. Wee! It's way platinum. I've gotten my hair done professionally three times in the past [I always do it myself], and each time I did, I was disappointed. I am going back to this girl. She did a great job. I told her to cut as little as possible, and it barely looks like she cut it at all...she just redefined my layers...and she touched up my roots. It's verrryyy blonde. Yay! And the girls there were so sweet. Afterward, she recommended this BedHead stuff called Dumb Blonde. It's a deep conditioner. So, I bought that. Then my stylist, Sabrina, and the girl Stacy who shampooed my hair and was cracking me up doing so [she was so funny], were commenting on "how much I look like Paris Hilton". It was kinda funny, because the last time I got my hair done at the other salon, I told the girl that I wanted platinum hair, and she said, "You don't want Paris Hilton hooker blonde!" - and I felt like saying, "Uhh...actually, I do!" - And after Sabrina was done doing my hair at this salon, she and Stacy said it on their own..."You look so much like Paris Hilton! That color looks so great on you with your skintone!" - I was like, I like these girls! - haha. So, Megan & I are happy with our new 'do's and are gonna keep up with our salon visits - :) - And now, since she was so kind to help me out in a time of need [ha!], I told her she doesn't have to pay me for gas for the rest of the year when I run her around. Muahaha. Fair trade?
After our salon visit, we ate dinner in the mall, then headed to Target. I got the Troy DVD [mmm...Brad Pitt and sale! - Shh! Budgeting starts tomorrow - ;)], then we headed to Starbucks. Fourth visit this week. Yum. Then I dropped her off at home, and here I am. I'm really tired, so I'll probably head to bed soon. Actually, I got a magazine, so I'm gonna read that, then go to sleep.
Thanks for all of the comments. It felt really good and uplifting to read them. I just got so crazy because it hit me so fast, and I had plans at the moment, and my dad always comes up the second I come home on payday and is all, "Hand me the money."...the second I'm in the door. I've paid for everything my whole life. I can't even tell you the last time my parents bought me anything I wanted. I'm not complaining at all; don't think that. I have been buying my own clothes since I was about thirteen...my own CDs...my own everything. I pay for my gas. I pay for my car. I pay for my insurance. I pay for my cell phone and computer bill. I pay, I pay, I pay. I'm not a spoiled, little brat. I understand their reasoning in me paying them for "rent". I get the money back when I move out, anyway. It's just frustrating when that's all I have. When it all boils down to it, it's my own fault...which is what I admitted to, anyway. Them making me pay is only going to help me, and it's teaching me responsibility. I am thankful for it. I just need to learn to budget. It takes time, but I know I'll get through it just fine. Thanks for all of the reassurance - :) - I still think growing up sucks, though - ;)
Jarrod called me earlier today, as I briefly said in the last entry. He called me around one-thirty to tell me he was in Germany. I felt awful, because his dad bought him all these phonecards for Christmas, and he's calling me. Then he tells me to tell his dad that he got there safe and that he loves him. So, his dad comes back into the pharmacy, and I tell him what Jarrod said, and he says, "Oh, so he called you?" - I felt thisbig. Then he said something along the lines of, "Yeah...it's best to keep sending him phonecards. I bought him a bunch for Christmas, and they're not cheap. They'll come in handy. Just keep me updated." - I felt so bad. Next time he calls me [he said he'd talk to me soon], I'm gonna tell him to call his dad if he hasn't. - He also said to me on the phone that I should be getting a letter in the mail. He said either today or tomorrow, and I didn't get it today, sooo! - I'm kinda eager to see what it is. Well, okay, I'm really eager! Yesterday he said it was a package...today he said, "Did you get my letter?" - Eee! I can hardly wait.
So anyway, along with the new attitude, the new hairdo and the new year, I'm starting a strict diet tomorrow. I lost six pounds over the holidays, and right after, I gained it back. Sucks. I'm going to be as strict as possible with what I eat, and I'm going to start running and walking on the treadmill and doing other little exercises. - So, I'm starting my "resolutions" a week into the new year. I seem to do that every year. Tomorrow starts the new me...wee!
I'm really tired. I'm gonna go read and catch some shuteye. Nitez.
I picked her up at work and we went to a new salon and both of us got our hair "did". She paid! She got her hair cut, and I got mine trimmed and colored. Wee! It's way platinum. I've gotten my hair done professionally three times in the past [I always do it myself], and each time I did, I was disappointed. I am going back to this girl. She did a great job. I told her to cut as little as possible, and it barely looks like she cut it at all...she just redefined my layers...and she touched up my roots. It's verrryyy blonde. Yay! And the girls there were so sweet. Afterward, she recommended this BedHead stuff called Dumb Blonde. It's a deep conditioner. So, I bought that. Then my stylist, Sabrina, and the girl Stacy who shampooed my hair and was cracking me up doing so [she was so funny], were commenting on "how much I look like Paris Hilton". It was kinda funny, because the last time I got my hair done at the other salon, I told the girl that I wanted platinum hair, and she said, "You don't want Paris Hilton hooker blonde!" - and I felt like saying, "Uhh...actually, I do!" - And after Sabrina was done doing my hair at this salon, she and Stacy said it on their own..."You look so much like Paris Hilton! That color looks so great on you with your skintone!" - I was like, I like these girls! - haha. So, Megan & I are happy with our new 'do's and are gonna keep up with our salon visits - :) - And now, since she was so kind to help me out in a time of need [ha!], I told her she doesn't have to pay me for gas for the rest of the year when I run her around. Muahaha. Fair trade?
After our salon visit, we ate dinner in the mall, then headed to Target. I got the Troy DVD [mmm...Brad Pitt and sale! - Shh! Budgeting starts tomorrow - ;)], then we headed to Starbucks. Fourth visit this week. Yum. Then I dropped her off at home, and here I am. I'm really tired, so I'll probably head to bed soon. Actually, I got a magazine, so I'm gonna read that, then go to sleep.
Thanks for all of the comments. It felt really good and uplifting to read them. I just got so crazy because it hit me so fast, and I had plans at the moment, and my dad always comes up the second I come home on payday and is all, "Hand me the money."...the second I'm in the door. I've paid for everything my whole life. I can't even tell you the last time my parents bought me anything I wanted. I'm not complaining at all; don't think that. I have been buying my own clothes since I was about thirteen...my own CDs...my own everything. I pay for my gas. I pay for my car. I pay for my insurance. I pay for my cell phone and computer bill. I pay, I pay, I pay. I'm not a spoiled, little brat. I understand their reasoning in me paying them for "rent". I get the money back when I move out, anyway. It's just frustrating when that's all I have. When it all boils down to it, it's my own fault...which is what I admitted to, anyway. Them making me pay is only going to help me, and it's teaching me responsibility. I am thankful for it. I just need to learn to budget. It takes time, but I know I'll get through it just fine. Thanks for all of the reassurance - :) - I still think growing up sucks, though - ;)
Jarrod called me earlier today, as I briefly said in the last entry. He called me around one-thirty to tell me he was in Germany. I felt awful, because his dad bought him all these phonecards for Christmas, and he's calling me. Then he tells me to tell his dad that he got there safe and that he loves him. So, his dad comes back into the pharmacy, and I tell him what Jarrod said, and he says, "Oh, so he called you?" - I felt thisbig. Then he said something along the lines of, "Yeah...it's best to keep sending him phonecards. I bought him a bunch for Christmas, and they're not cheap. They'll come in handy. Just keep me updated." - I felt so bad. Next time he calls me [he said he'd talk to me soon], I'm gonna tell him to call his dad if he hasn't. - He also said to me on the phone that I should be getting a letter in the mail. He said either today or tomorrow, and I didn't get it today, sooo! - I'm kinda eager to see what it is. Well, okay, I'm really eager! Yesterday he said it was a package...today he said, "Did you get my letter?" - Eee! I can hardly wait.
So anyway, along with the new attitude, the new hairdo and the new year, I'm starting a strict diet tomorrow. I lost six pounds over the holidays, and right after, I gained it back. Sucks. I'm going to be as strict as possible with what I eat, and I'm going to start running and walking on the treadmill and doing other little exercises. - So, I'm starting my "resolutions" a week into the new year. I seem to do that every year. Tomorrow starts the new me...wee!
I'm really tired. I'm gonna go read and catch some shuteye. Nitez.