Ok. To start with an UPDATE. I have graduated from cosmotology school, gained a new bf, worked at Guitar center for awhile, Passed my exams for my license, and am now working at Great clips. Well the roommate status has changed from and indian woman to two metalheads... that cant seem to get their shit together. Since they moved in its been nothing but draining our wallets and childish behaviour. Not to mention the coldness of one of them making me to want to just stab my ears out. To be deaf would be wonderful. Yancy is getting fed up with them. They never clean... and if they do, only when we yell at them >.>. Finally I put my foot down after this past month they where late with rent, when they had a full 2 MONTHS to save it up. WTF! I told them they have til Jan 7th to get the hell out. So...needless to say Im getting rid of the stupid fucks. What makes me dumbstruck is the fact they've broken yancy's comp chair, and my futon JUST by sitting on them. Ok... my roommates are big people but C'MON!! That and if I have to deal with their stink any longer im gonna move out myself until they decide to get the fuck out and take the horrid stench with them.

In other News, I realized I cant stand certain people. I cut about 20+ heads of hair a day. And beleive me there are a few assholes thrown in there aswell as people who LOVE LOVE LOVE what you do. To those who arent hair stylists you may not be able to grasp this idea, but bare with me. When you sit down in the chair, regardless of the fact your stylist may be black, white, asian, goth, ghetto, or gay, they obviously graduated from hair school and passed their licensing test FOR A REASON. Yes, some of you have had those instances where you had just about the WORST haircut ever and you blame the stylist. Um... let me correct you for a moment.... the hairstyle didnt work because 1. You dont have the faceshape for what you want to do, and 2. You didnt specify nor bring a picture of what you wanted. For those of you who are slow to the pickup of these two explanations heres a much simpler one ....Hairstylists CANNOT.... I repeat....CANNOT read minds. You may have a wonderful mental picture... but unless your brain hooks up to a display screen to show your every thought, we cannot see what you want unless you EXPLAIN it or show a lovely lil pic you printed off the internet or had a pic of your cousin Mary and you want the EXACT same cut.
Did I clear it up for you...good. That only goes for haircuts unfortunatly, color....maybe, chemical burns... no, THAT is the fault of the stylist. At that point feel free to sue whatever dumbfuck mixed the bleach wrong, or left the perm solution in too long.

The mind of a hairstylist is very twisted indeed. Some people.... types of people disgust you for the mere fact they are incable of taking a shower, or cooking without getting vegetable oil in every pore and follicle of their head. Some are very inconsiderate, wearing hats before they walk in, have YOU ever tried to cut hat hair and have it go terribly wrong? Others just take one look at you and point to the 'normal' or 'god-loving' looking stylist and say, "I would rather SHE do my hair." I know what your thinking. You would HATE HATE HATE to be in my chair.

Its not all bad, really. Just sat and sundays. Those days I fell Indians have taken over Glen allen. The men are very disrespectful at times. The woman nitpick every aspect of their perfectness. And if your cutting their hair, consider yourself a target if one hair is out of place. That and they do NOT beleive in boundries >.>. When Im cutting a kids hair, I do not favor having a parents hand blocking me and them telling me what Im doing is not right, and then when im done they love it after giving me soooo much trouble.

AND what the hell is with the fuckin guys that come in. ALL indian men whom work for capital one>.>. ALL of them ask for a SMALL on the SIDE and a MEDIUM on the TOP. ..... And You kinda just have to look at them like "WTF? Your not ordering food from burger king."

Yeah, I just said that....

I have good clients though...when they decide to be nice and appreciative for my time. And the return ones are goooood too. Some even have a sense of humor 0.0 Like the ONE GUY who looked like Santa came in and told me "Cut EVERYTHING but My Grey Hairs.". (For those of you too stupid to get this, the man had White and Grey hair LIKE Santa.) So... I said to him...not even thinking. "That would be Target practice." *insert insane giggling from both parties*

All in all this will be a great christmas, given bills, rent, and more bills. hopefully I get somthing for christmass to help deal with all this shitty anxiety