So I'm working and the only thing keeping me from driving a $9 Hollister lip gloss through my eyeball was the reminder that my dad and his pet orca were coming to visit me/buy me a present (more for the latter). I'm tired, my back is killing, and the shirt I want is completely sold out. So what were they gonna get me? I felt kinda bad asking my dad to spend $50 on a shirt anyway, so I found a cheaper item in the clearance section that I wanted equally as bad. Lo and behold, we have an XS, I try it on, the heavens opened up and the angels sang while a beam of light shone from above onto me and my gray snappy sweater-jacket thing. So I walk around with it slung over my shoulder for an hour at least, suddenly happily folding instead of with hopeless resignation. FINALLY they show up. My dad says to me, "So would anything here fit me?" I, of course think he's joking and reply, "No but this would fit me!" as I thrust the sweater at him with a stupid huge grin on my face, stoked that I'll be able to wear it to work the next day. He laughs. They tell me they'll be back later to walk me to my car. This, ladies and gentleman is my life.
I'll remind you that I do not shop at Hollister. EVER. But the fact that my dad was buying me something was cool...I didn't really care if it was from Hollister. I tried to pick the least Hollister item I could find. Those seagulls are unfortunately visible.
So that got me pretty bummed, but the rest of my evening was much better. Katie and I spray painted the senior benches "SUCK IT LJHS!!", with help of course from my mom. She picked me up from work, spray paint in the back seat, we pick up Katie and roll on over to school, in full vandal get-ups. Beanies, shades, full coverage scarves and all. Katie arrived at school the next morning only to see our fabulous work had been covered by the administration and their silver spray paint. At least we got pictures...I'll post them as soon as I get them from Katie. OH! And spray painting is another activity I can't do without hurting myself. The entire tip of my right pointer finger is numb, and my forearms are unbelievably sore. I also managed to get paint permanently embedded into 7/10 of my fingernails/cuticles while Katie and my mom walked away completely clean.
Today I have a hair consultation at Washington West Salon. I've been there before to get my hair cut by my mom's friend Karen, who works with her at the opera. My hair was sort of kind of maybe ruined by this woman a few times, so I let the pros cut it from now on. I just need my hair colored professionally, so I called her up. She unfortunately doesn't have the "skills" to strip out the black and make it reddish brown, so I was deferred to Darlene the color expert, and I have a consultation today. Now keep in mind my hair is jet black and I like it that way, but I've had it pretty continuously black for like almost a year now, and I need a change. They might not be able to do anything, but since my hair is in such good condition for the amount that I color it/strip it out myself, I have high hopes. Fingers crossed, people!
HOT- The top 10 So You Think You Can Dance girls this year. I think they're some of the best yet. Oska is my favorite. She's fantastic.
NOT- The guys! They kiiiinda suckkkk....
Stay classy, kids.
-Shelby <3
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