So to loose all this weight I’ve been putting on I’m cutting my food intake in half and I’m waking up at 4:30 to run every school day morning before I catch the train and when I get home I’ll run again. And consume a lot of water.
AND I’m getting bored of this pink hair. I think I may go back to a dark blonde again. Something a little more natural.
Social anxiety isn’t cool.
OCD isn’t cool.
Bipolar disorder isn’t cool.
Depression isn’t cool.
Eating disorders aren’t cool.
Suicidal thoughts aren’t cool.
Cutting isn’t cool.
Phobias aren’t cool.
Trauma isn’t cool.
Sleep disorders aren’t cool.
Eating disorders aren’t cool.
They’re real things, they’re scary, and pretending you have them is just fucking obnoxious and an insult.
bless this post.
Word.
Amen.
So Sam met the parents yesterday. I picked him up from chicago and we went fishing with my dad and the went to the melting pot with my family including my grandmother who was in town this week. And after that we saw the Avengers and my parents let him sleep over. Everyone got along, everyone likes each other, we all had a lot of fun. I’m so happy things are going so well.
So I called this salon asking about the apprenticeship my counselor said they had. The manager told me to bring in my resume and I can fill out an application form. So went there did that, handed it in to her, she reviewed it quickly and then asked if I would step outside with her. And holy shit I’m getting an interview, okay, sweet, thank god I dressed nice, well minus the dog chewed flip flops. But anyway, we chatted, laughed, had a good time. Now she says she really wants the owner to meet me, so she goes in and comes back out and tells me he’s in the middle of a cut and asks if I wouldn’t mind waiting 20 minutes. I said not a problem. Waited. And the owner finally shows up. Takes my resume and application forms and we had to the back. We talk, have a good time and I find out I’ve passed the interview stages and he wants me to perform a few services for his review to make sure I’m good. And of course I say not a problem. Now I need someone for a men’s cut, women’s cut, a color retouch, and a highlight. But anyway, holy shit I wasn’t expecting any of that to happen. I though I was just dropping of my resume and filling out forms. I may have my first job! I really hope I get this. I mean I think I’m good enough, I just have to hope he does too. I’m so nervous! But oh my god, yay!
Thank god NATO is over. I didn’t see much of the craziness. The only thing that I was in the middle of was the bomb threat that was aimed by my school while I was there. Shit was a mess..
