My first weekend in Arizona fucking rocked my cunt. Mom and I did that whole girlypoo thing and shopped...The whole weekend. Haha. I got pretty much a whole new wardrobe, considering it's hot as twat outside and all I had pretty much was black band shirts and pants, and a couple skirts and tanks. I pretty much just got tanks because I'll never not wear jeans, haha. I HATE shorts-so it's jeans and skirts for me.
Anyway to the fucking awesome part:
I went into M*A*C yesterday for some makeup (le siiiigh *spooge*) and this guy that worked there came up to me and was like "I'm going for a long shot here-but I'm guessing you like bright colors..." and I was like "I LOVE bright colors" and we started talking about the makeup and I mentioned how I plan on attending cosmetology school to be a makeup artist. "Reeeaaallly...? Hold on, one second!" He disapeared for a minute and came back out with a business card. He wrote his name down on it and invited me to attend a Colour Theory class in October. A nice little workshop seminar. This will look fucking SPECTACULAR on my college resume. He asked me my address and such and told me to be looking out in the mail for an invitation with all of the information on it.
Long story short-I nearly fucking piddled right there on the floor. Not to mention my family is getting me a bunch of money/gift certificates for M*A*C and Sally Beauty (my two favorite stores) and I can dabble around. My birthday is October 20th so it's not too far (HINT HINT SEND ME GIFTS) ahaha. Anyway, the weekend fucking rocked and it was only my first weekend here. We also went to my prego aunt and uncles house and mowed some veggie pizza, mmmmm.
Yeeeaaaa boyyyyyy.
Anyway to the fucking awesome part:
I went into M*A*C yesterday for some makeup (le siiiigh *spooge*) and this guy that worked there came up to me and was like "I'm going for a long shot here-but I'm guessing you like bright colors..." and I was like "I LOVE bright colors" and we started talking about the makeup and I mentioned how I plan on attending cosmetology school to be a makeup artist. "Reeeaaallly...? Hold on, one second!" He disapeared for a minute and came back out with a business card. He wrote his name down on it and invited me to attend a Colour Theory class in October. A nice little workshop seminar. This will look fucking SPECTACULAR on my college resume. He asked me my address and such and told me to be looking out in the mail for an invitation with all of the information on it.
Long story short-I nearly fucking piddled right there on the floor. Not to mention my family is getting me a bunch of money/gift certificates for M*A*C and Sally Beauty (my two favorite stores) and I can dabble around. My birthday is October 20th so it's not too far (HINT HINT SEND ME GIFTS) ahaha. Anyway, the weekend fucking rocked and it was only my first weekend here. We also went to my prego aunt and uncles house and mowed some veggie pizza, mmmmm.
Yeeeaaaa boyyyyyy.