gu lèir a-nis: I'll fly with you, Nick Jonas!

I have honestly had so many chances to update this thing over the past 2 weeks, but haven't. A few interesting things have happened....

I went to a hair extensions consultation, was super happy and pumped up, got told they were gonna cost me $1300, asked for them for my birthday, mom said no, dreams were crushed.
I threw my back out...AGAIN. Back to physical therapy for me.
I had the most sister-focused dinner at my dad and stepmom's that ever existed in history. My dad blatantly said, "Kate you look so good. I don't know if it's your hair or your makeup, or what. Melissa (step...mother...thing), doesn't Kate just look great?" NOT EXAGGERATING AT. ALL.
Re-connected with a friend I hadn't spoken with in months.
I saw Paranormal Activity and got the shit scared out of me. Not really, but it was way too suspenseful. I'm going again tonight!

Since my dreams of being Audrina's hair clone are far off now, I can merely save my paychecks each month in hopes of one day looking as lovely. The woman who does my hair offered to give them to me for $800, so I only have to wait about a month before I can get them. My whole world came crashing down, I kid you not, when I heard I couldn't have them for my birthday. I am in no means a spoiled brat, but when it comes to my hair, if it's not how I want it, I feel extremely self conscious and awkward. But waiting a month is not the end of the world. I'm getting my hair colored on Tuesday, because Hollister is threatening to not give me hours if I continue to have my hair black and red. I honestly do not care what Hollister thinks/says, but I need to work.

I have never discussed my manager in this blog, because we're friends on facebook and I fear he'll read it, but for those of you who follow me on Twitter, and know me IRL, you know what I say about him. I asked him if I could transfer to Abercrombie and Fitch in Horton Plaza, the mall downtown, and he said, "No." I asked why, and he responded with, "Because I won't transfer you." They pay $9 an hour there, instead of the exceedingly MINIMUM minimum wage I get at Hollister, and it's right by my hair school, so it would be a solid plan to work there. Yet, my manager claims, "I like having you here too much." Of course, I instantly wordvomit, "Ohyeahokay." This is the power he holds over me. Damn those bulging biceps and illegal display of pectoral superiority. I cannot disobey.

My birthday is rapidly approaching. One week from now, I will no longer be a teenager. I'll probably reflect on my teenage years in the next post, but for now, I can just say that I had a very interesting ride. Some friends and I got into some pretty sketchy activities, truly putting our badassity to the test. Nothing like drugs or anything like that. Just some...illegal happenings occurred, and I certainly felt the aftermath. I believe I'm much wiser now, and my illegal past will remain a past. But boy, did we have fun.

I now have to go get ready to pee myself yet again in Paranormal Activity. I didn't actually lose control of my bladder, nor was it genuinely that scary, it was just so real, and it messed with my head. I pondered sleeping with a cross last night. Seriously. It made me scared to not be on a first name basis with my buddy JC up there.

HOT- Nick Jonas. I feel like I've said this before, but oh my. I watched 'Jonas' the other day...I forget how incredibly attractive he is. I often want to be single until I meet my own Nick Jonas. That sounds strange, but Victoria I know you understand. There is just no comparison. There really isn't. God damn I'm shallow.