My word, ME, with manageable hair??
Got my hair done. The great thing about Steph being a hair stylist is I can just casually mention, "I want to change my hair, but I'm not sure how", and she's just like, "Here's what we're gonna do..." The next day, my hair is shorter, redder on top with dark brown underneath, and layered. She says she's going to add dark streaks on top. I trust her, cuz it looks great and I didn't tell her what to do. So woot, I've been wanting it done for awhile, but since she's had shingles and been in pain I haven't wanted to ask her to do it. I'm feeling too lazy to upload pics to here, so you can check my facebook or myspace for pics.
A guy that looked kind of like Carlos Mencia, only he was quieter, asked for my number tonight. SERIOUSLY, what is it with me getting hit on by creepy guys?? Why can't I EVER get hit on by guys I would actually go for? "Is that your natural hair color?" "Nope, got it done today." "I like it." "Thanks" "What's your name?" "Liz." "Are you from around here." "Yep." "Cool... can I get your number?" SWEET CHRIST. And while I'm ranting, WHY are lady baristas so commonly propositioned?? We're perky because we're PAID to be, you asshats. Dammit.
It makes me sad how utterly annoying Chris is. He's a nice enough guy and means well, but heavens, I want to beat the living shit out of him sometimes. Thank god Mark closed tonight, kept me sane.
/rant.
Tonight was the only night I have to close this week!! It's a Christmas miracle!! Da who doray, bitches!
I'm really starting to get excited about "No Sex Please, We're British" auditions. I'm also getting really anxious. I haven't really auditioned for something other than Shakespeare Troupe stuff (which was laid back) in forever. Eeep.
I'm hoping to use some of the newly found feminine wiles that came with the hairdo in the next several days. We'll see how it goes. Because as annoying as it is, I am getting reeeally le antsy in the pantsy for boys.
OH! And I forgot to mention; John Krasinski was in The Holiday (which was cute enough and served it's purpose to give me the romantic warm and fuzzies, but really wasn't very good)!! He had a few lines towards the beginning of the movie, and was hilarious and adorable as usual. I squeed, but I'm pretty sure Jasmine, Michelle, nor Christie shared my excitement. I gasped and pointed at the screen, and Michelle raised an eyebrow at me. "That's John Krasinski!" She still looked blank. "I'm in love with him!" She laughed, but I'm pretty sure I just confirmed her suspicions of my crazy. Alack, ah well.
And, scene.
A guy that looked kind of like Carlos Mencia, only he was quieter, asked for my number tonight. SERIOUSLY, what is it with me getting hit on by creepy guys?? Why can't I EVER get hit on by guys I would actually go for? "Is that your natural hair color?" "Nope, got it done today." "I like it." "Thanks" "What's your name?" "Liz." "Are you from around here." "Yep." "Cool... can I get your number?" SWEET CHRIST. And while I'm ranting, WHY are lady baristas so commonly propositioned?? We're perky because we're PAID to be, you asshats. Dammit.
It makes me sad how utterly annoying Chris is. He's a nice enough guy and means well, but heavens, I want to beat the living shit out of him sometimes. Thank god Mark closed tonight, kept me sane.
/rant.
Tonight was the only night I have to close this week!! It's a Christmas miracle!! Da who doray, bitches!
I'm really starting to get excited about "No Sex Please, We're British" auditions. I'm also getting really anxious. I haven't really auditioned for something other than Shakespeare Troupe stuff (which was laid back) in forever. Eeep.
I'm hoping to use some of the newly found feminine wiles that came with the hairdo in the next several days. We'll see how it goes. Because as annoying as it is, I am getting reeeally le antsy in the pantsy for boys.
OH! And I forgot to mention; John Krasinski was in The Holiday (which was cute enough and served it's purpose to give me the romantic warm and fuzzies, but really wasn't very good)!! He had a few lines towards the beginning of the movie, and was hilarious and adorable as usual. I squeed, but I'm pretty sure Jasmine, Michelle, nor Christie shared my excitement. I gasped and pointed at the screen, and Michelle raised an eyebrow at me. "That's John Krasinski!" She still looked blank. "I'm in love with him!" She laughed, but I'm pretty sure I just confirmed her suspicions of my crazy. Alack, ah well.
And, scene.