I'm a little blue lately because although I am losing weight, and feel physically better, I am still having an issue with my pale as a ghost skin and stupid fricken hair cut that stupid fricken lady down the street cut recently. I've never really had a set hairdresser at a specific salon. I usually go to whoever is available and conveniently located for me. For as long as I remember, I had a lady named Vicki do my hair. She became somewhat of a friend to the family after so long, and I even threw up on her floor once when I was getting my hair done for my Aunt's wedding at the age of 6. I remember saying, "Hurry..." as I doubled over in threw up a half a gallon of orange juice onto her floor. She still managed to french braid my hair though. I threw up on my Aunt's wedding dress in the limo a few hours later. It was so ruffly you couldn't even tell. They are divorced now. Anyway, after highschool I became very good friends with my pink-haired, arch nemesis who had recently obtained her cosmetology license. She would do my hair frequently, testing new colors, giving me trims whenever needed, helping me pick out the perfect shades and developers, it was great. I had my own personal hair dresser. She even put 10" extensions in my hair one time. She was really good at what she did. Except, for some reason I seem to attract friends who are gypsies and can't sit in one place for a long period of time. They must move all over, make new friends, work different jobs, get bored, and start all over again. So one day she called me up and said her good-byes as she was suddenly packing up and moving to Michigan with a girl friend she met at a dance club. That was it, she was gone. After she moved away, I had another friend, Sammy who was a hairdresser. She was really good too, except she would charge me the same amount at a ritzy salon which I thought was a little weird. I don't mean to sound like a penny pinching bitch, but I'm your friend, you can't give me a little bit of a discount? If I had my license, I'm pretty sure I would charge for coloring, but not for simple trims and what not, especially not $20 bucks. Shortly after, Ben and I moved into our apartment, and we became friends with our downstairs neighbors. Wouldn't ya know it, she was a hair dresser. So I started going downstairs every so often for $10 hair cuts. Now we're in our house, and that couple had to move out of the apartment and into a parent's house due to the lovely job situation here in the depressed States so now I have no one. I've talked to the downstairs girl a few times but she has a new baby and what not so our schedules are always conflicting.
I finally gave in and went to a place down the street from my work. I told her I just wanted a trim and wanted my 'helmet' as I call it, cleaned up to make it easier to style. So what does she do? Gives me a bowl cut. Literally, she trimmed around the edges in a straight line and was like, "There ya go!", and did not even clean up the layers or anything. Unfortunately, I could not really tell that there was a problem until a few days later when my hair started to 'settle' and refused to do anything. I need a complete hair-over. I also would like to start tanning too. I just hate being pale at all times. I've tried the bronzing lotions and spray tans and they never look natural. I don't care how much they try to convince and sway you that it won't look 'orangey', fake or streaky, they always do. Especially since the lotions and sprays do not show up until like 4 hours later. I made the mistake one time of putting it on before bed and woke up looking like some kind of Oompa Loompa Zebra creature.