Good day today so far...
Went to the store by myself, armed with some polarized aviators and my mp3 player.
Now I have everything I need to make a proper lunch.
Creamy tomato soup, sliced baguette, yogurt based caesar salad with lemon-- and butter pecan cupcakes are in the oven.
Listening to some Kyary and making cupcakes -- I can almost not freak out about everything.
Almost.
How many cupcakes are you making? Enough to share?
So, my family calls and 'invites' me to get lunch. I accept and they say they are going to pick me up after they're done shopping. Ok, so 3 hours pass and I call them back. They already ate and forgot about me.
I hate being in public in general (this never used to be the case), but I especially hate working with the public at my job. So many attractive men and women come in to the store and it just kills me. I try to tell myself I don't care, it doesn't bother me, etc. but I'm just trying to convince myself.
Whether this is true or not, whether I will always feel this way or not - I feel as if I am beneath all of them and will never be a member of their ranks. It's like a beauty caste system and all because of one feature I am in the lowest of ranks, in my mind. Well, actually other features might qualify but especially one.
So, my family calls and 'invites' me to get lunch. I accept and they say they are going to pick me up after they're done shopping. Ok, so 3 hours pass and I call them back. They already ate and forgot about me.
So, my family calls and 'invites' me to get lunch. I accept and they say they are going to pick me up after they're done shopping. Ok, so 3 hours pass and I call them back. They already ate and forgot about me.
So, my family calls and 'invites' me to get lunch. I accept and they say they are going to pick me up after they're done shopping. Ok, so 3 hours pass and I call them back. They already ate and forgot about me.
Yesterday marked 10 years to the day that we moved into this current house. May 4th, 2002. I was 16, still in school, Facebook didn't exist, and my face still had lots of acne. Wow.
Lol...how are you going to do it?I'm pretty sure you can't hide it so well.
I have an idea based on the arse chewing I got for the time I came in with a mohawk like this..
My hair meets (or at least nobody said otherwise) regs, but it is really thick on top (Thicker than it appears when brushed) and I can turn just the top into a mohawk off duty and brush it back down on duty..
I'm also going to grow a Charles Bronson mustache (If I can pull that off..lol)
Also, do I have a weird shaped head? I have heard that before and my brother mocks my nose and tells me it's big..
I'm going to try and make this psudo-mohawk top work..
I thought I still had my old tube of V05, but someone must have tossed it.. So all that is holding it up is water dried with a hair dryer.. Lets hope it stays cohesive until I can find something to keep it up with.. Yeah, it looks like a bird inspired mohawk, but all I have to do for the military is brush it back down.. Easy way to circumvent the regs..
I've been coming to the realization that my time in college was not as glitz and glamourous as I thought it was going to be. In fact, I would describe my experiences in college as some of the worst so far. Part of me wonders if I should've picked a different school, versus a different major, because I feel like my creativity was very limited in most of the art classes I took. Since I also felt extremely out of place, maybe I would've fit in better elsewhere...
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