Shit Happens

Friday, November 18, 2005

$10 off coupon day

I tried to go grocery shopping last night (my cat is going to starve!). I had to drive around looking for a spot at 7 pm. last night. That has never happened to me.

I got inside and it looked like their was soccer mom/ghetto family/hillbilly/fat man prison break! There was bumper-to-bumper cart traffic, the check out lines were backed up all the way down the isles. I stayed about 20 minutes, grabbed a few groceries, decided to abandon cart and got the fuck out of there.

It was $10 off coupon day and it's always like this on Thursdays. AFTER I got home my mom was like, "Oh yeah, it's always bad." Who sends their kids, their own flesh and blood out into a grocery store war? She sent me out there knowing there would be cart ramming and fighting spot fights.

An old lady, coming up the opposite way, almost took the spot I was waiting for. I was ready to throw down over this parking spot. Luckily, I was quicker than her and she drove away in fear.

That's right, I stole a parking spot from an old woman. And I don't really feel bad about it. She can have it for the REST OF HER LIFE when she shows up on Thursdays and spends her precious last YEARS waiting in line.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

more hair talk

Along with not liking my hair, one of the things I considered when coming to work this morning was the satisfaction my bitchy co-worker was going to get from seeing my bright hair and me unhappy about something. (I'm convinced under-handed comments are most often directed at me because I'm younger than her, seem happy and well-adjusted)

I know that's silly, especially since I generally don't care what she thinks of me and I only have contact with her at work, she's not a part of my friends or family that are important to me. Even though I "don't care" I think situations where certain people, in certain situations, make me feel insecure are about power - who seems the most happy, confident, likeable, etc.. - the exact same reasons she picks on me and tries to bring me down.

I could ramble about that and female dynamics all day but I'll spare you for now.

A friend came over, who knew I was having my hair re-done and said it looked nice, what did I think? I said it seemed kind of brassy to me, too-thin highlights and too-bright red.

I saw my nemesis co-worker looking over at me, listening. I was not in the mood for whatever "advice" or "helpful" comments she had to share.

But she surprised me.

"I know you don't like it, but I think your hair looks really nice. Very put together, like a movie star."

She was sincere. I'll probably dye over my hair, but her thoughtful comments made my morning.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


I have spice girl hair. It feels like conditioned straw.

I felt guilty of bring picky and let the girl give me only half the cost of dying it - she would have given me the full $100 back.

I felt really bad for hurting her feelings and not pretending I liked it. In the future, I will have strangers cut my hair and can just write them off as idiots and freak out the way I want too when they screw up my hair.


You know how people say they would ask for the ability to fly or be invisible, if given one wish?

I would wish for the ability to spell :(

Monday, November 14, 2005

oh, to be 20 again

I just found my brother's myspace page.

Not only does he have 414 half naked lady-friends, and not a single picture of himself that includes his girlfriend - his profile says he is single and there for dating!!

He isn't even smooth about it, I found him because he's on one of my real-life friend's pages.



Why is having a bad haircut so upsetting??

I went in yesterday to the girl I always go to for cuts. It's a family business, which I'm into, they play christian music -

no one is perfect.

I had pictures of my hair in college when is was RED and then some more pictures from when it was higlighted RED and blonde. Kind of chunky highlights, not real dramatic, but bright and flattering.

I ushually dye my hair myself, and I've even been letting it rest the past 6 months. I got tired of broing brown and I tried to do it from a box, but it's so damaged that the red fades out at the ends.

So I go to the hair lady and she cuts it. The cut is perfect. An inch off the back and a half an inch off all the layers.

She colored it in foil, but the pieces she used were tiny and cap-sized.

I hate thin cap color, expeically with blonde. It reminds me of older ladies with wiry grey strands covering their heads.

It doesn't look red and the frosted looking streaks give it a greyish appearance.

I could have done grey at home.

I hated it when I left, but I thought I could live with it. I was clear in what I wanted, but in the end, told the girl I trusted her in what looks good.

Her hair always looks good.

While she was doing it I didn't pay attention to the size of the streaks and trusted her that the reds she was using would actually show up. I assumed the blonde she used would bleach and make me look like I had a cheap dye job.

So tomorrow I have to call and explain that I hate it. Try not to cry or feel bad about making her feel bad and make an appt. for them to FIX IT.

I want to give her one more try and then I'll just go someplace else.