What if there were a suicide girl named Suicidal. She'd be Suicidal Suicide! Wouldn't that be weird?
Yes.
In other news, tomorrow night my girlfriend Tamara and I are going to see Rent. Yay!!! Not the movie, we're going to see it performed (the movie sucks compared to watching it on stage, it really does). This will be our Valentine's/2 year 9 month anniversary celebrationy thingy, since St. Valentine's day is the 14th and we've been together for 2.75 months as of the 3rd (3 months and we'll have been together for 3 years, wow, oh and I'll also turn 19). This is the second time I've seen Rent performed, her third (she's seen it on Broadway. Whore. j/k). It will be awesome!
In other news, I finally got my haircut. Walk-in. There's a reason I never do walk-ins, and there's a reason I never go to any other stylist other than Holly. Why? Because I cannot talk to people. I'm not just shy, I seriously just cannot talk to people I don't know. Basically my point is that I can't seek out people to talk to them, and once I have I find it incredibly difficult to communicate to them what I want. I've been seeing Holly for like 6 years, I'm comfortable with her, and I can tell her what I want (I once spent over an hour getting my haircut by her because she just wasn't getting what I wanted, but I kept at her trying to get it to what I wanted, and she finally made it look like what I wanted. I could never have done that with anybody but Holly. I would have just gone home sad b/c my hair sucked), I can't do that to other people. Anyway, the story goes for one thing other than that, the lady that did my hair sucked. Like it took her like 20 minutes to do something that should have taken 5-10. (For scale, the other hairdresser in the place finished her client, and two others in the time that it took this lady to do my hair.) And it pretty much sucked, because one she wasnt' very good, and two I couldn't communicate exactly what I wanted. So, I went home and fixed it. Not completely fixed, but I look less like a retarded butt now. Razors=awesome. There are still a few things I should probably touch up, but they require much more effort, skill, and knowledge than taking a razor to my bangs to make them not look like they were cut straight across (because seriously that looks retarded on guys). Whatever, I think I look ok now. I may post pictures later so you can judge that. Maybe.
Wow, that was long, and you probably don't care.
Someone wuv me. Pweeze?!
Yes.
In other news, tomorrow night my girlfriend Tamara and I are going to see Rent. Yay!!! Not the movie, we're going to see it performed (the movie sucks compared to watching it on stage, it really does). This will be our Valentine's/2 year 9 month anniversary celebrationy thingy, since St. Valentine's day is the 14th and we've been together for 2.75 months as of the 3rd (3 months and we'll have been together for 3 years, wow, oh and I'll also turn 19). This is the second time I've seen Rent performed, her third (she's seen it on Broadway. Whore. j/k). It will be awesome!
In other news, I finally got my haircut. Walk-in. There's a reason I never do walk-ins, and there's a reason I never go to any other stylist other than Holly. Why? Because I cannot talk to people. I'm not just shy, I seriously just cannot talk to people I don't know. Basically my point is that I can't seek out people to talk to them, and once I have I find it incredibly difficult to communicate to them what I want. I've been seeing Holly for like 6 years, I'm comfortable with her, and I can tell her what I want (I once spent over an hour getting my haircut by her because she just wasn't getting what I wanted, but I kept at her trying to get it to what I wanted, and she finally made it look like what I wanted. I could never have done that with anybody but Holly. I would have just gone home sad b/c my hair sucked), I can't do that to other people. Anyway, the story goes for one thing other than that, the lady that did my hair sucked. Like it took her like 20 minutes to do something that should have taken 5-10. (For scale, the other hairdresser in the place finished her client, and two others in the time that it took this lady to do my hair.) And it pretty much sucked, because one she wasnt' very good, and two I couldn't communicate exactly what I wanted. So, I went home and fixed it. Not completely fixed, but I look less like a retarded butt now. Razors=awesome. There are still a few things I should probably touch up, but they require much more effort, skill, and knowledge than taking a razor to my bangs to make them not look like they were cut straight across (because seriously that looks retarded on guys). Whatever, I think I look ok now. I may post pictures later so you can judge that. Maybe.
Wow, that was long, and you probably don't care.
Someone wuv me. Pweeze?!
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wait a sec, why didn't holly do your hair?
3 year realtionship? OMG you know more about relationships than me! Gratz
you don't need my lovin I'll let Tam take care of that
now suicidal suicide, thats interesting but I think you got more ideas in ya yet...
thanks for comments about my mates
Still got a bike