Funtime is OVER

I'm back from paradise. It was a short trip, but super fun. It was great to see Darren, I love that gay. And it was fun visiting Shawn at Warped tour. It was even fun singing karaoke at a different bar in a different state.

Some little tidbits about the past few days...
My black eye...excuse me, black cheek...I don't even want to talk about it.
Hot and ready...$5.
"I'm lusting after those motors."
"I need to make a mobile out of hubcaps."
"That cat's a bitch, I'm gonna call her Bitch Kitty."

The wife and Heather are amazing and always a good time on road trips. We always come up with the funniest shit and I'm always entertained. Hooray for beer. One thing's for sure, I most definitely needed this. Even though it was a short trip, I had loads of fun and got to forget about all the crap I've been having to deal with lately. How do you spell relief? S-a-n D-e-i-g-o.

And now back to my regularly scheduled life.

Completely amazing

I am currently sitting in the cutest little house in 70 degree weather in San Diego...and I couldn't be happier. I needed this. All the shit I've had to deal with lately...yeah, I most definitely needed this. We are getting ready to go to Warped tour...beer, hot tattooed dudes...I'm pretty much having an 18 year old moment.

On another note, my baby sister had her baby this past Monday. A baby girl. I need to make my way out to El Paso to see her and the bundle of...joy? No, really, I'm happy for her.

So off I go to do the wife's hair and to get as cute as I possibly can for my day of fun in the not so hot sun. I will send a postcard.

Pet peeve for the day

When people don't tip after getting their hair done. Even just five dollars. Hair is NOT easy to do. Granted, I'm spoiled and used to getting very well tipped, but still, those in the service industry now what it's like to do a bunch of work for someone and not get anything in gratitude. I'm in such an "I hate people" type of mood. Thanks no-tip lady.

"Welcome to the loser for life club"

The tattoo artist says as he tattoos the first star on my face. "Are you sure you want a tattoo on your face? You won't be able to get a job."
"Well, it's a good thing I'm a hair stylist and work in a tattoo shop..."<p><p>It's a big step, I know. I've been thinking about it for quite some time now. And no, I didn't get the idea from Kat Von D. Though I will say this, she did inspire the 'constellation' on my face. Originally, I wanted one or two stars right where my eyebrow ends...but about a week and a half to two weeks ago I happened to catch an episode of Miami Ink on...I normally don't watch reality t.v. simply because it pisses me off, but there was nothing else on and I was bored. So I was watching when the famed Kat rolled onto screen. Up until this point, I'd had absolutely no idea who she was. As I disinterestingly watched the show, I noticed she had something on her face. A gaggle of faded, multi-sized stars on her face. I'd decided that in this case, less was not more, and I called a friend. Next thing I know, I've got a bitchin' tattoo on my pretty little face.

The ex freaked. Of course, he doesn't even really like the other tats I have. The kids love it though. As far as my mom, I thought she's freak. She freaked everytime I got a new one. "How come you just got ANOTHER tattoo and I'm still waiting to get my second?", was her response. Oh mom. Most everyone else thinks I'm crazy. Including the artist at my work who has 'SICK FUCK' tattooed on his knuckles. Heh.

Really all that matters though is that I. Fucking. Love. It. Really, I do. What makes me laugh though is that a couple nights before I got it, a Wal-Mart cashier told me that tattoos were permanent. Wow, it's a good thing he told me, or I would never have known. Hallelujah, he saved me. Or, how about he made me THAT much more excited about my decision to tat up my face. Yeah, I'm hardcore like that.

On a different note, I finally got a little closure regarding my retarded breakup with that weasel. This will mos def be the last you'll hear from me on the topic. Interesting how someone you never met can put you at ease about something that was so irritatingly stupid just by confirming your suspicions. *Deep Breath* My hands are now officially washed of that little "life experience".

Time to go to bed. As per usual, I can't sleep. But I'm going to try real hard. Though before I do, I'll leave you with this: be bold, be proud.be real.

My week in a nutshell

Here are a few highligts from my week thus far.

1. "Mom, thanks A LOT for embarassing me in front of all my new friends at school. Don't put notes in my lunch box anymore, it's embarassing!"
2. Space mail from a chick who knows the weasel ex who wants me to do her and her friends hair...they are on 'Team Mal'...didn't even know there was such a thing, but it pretty much rules.
3. School, work, no sleep, school, work, no sleep
4. Fully booked days...bitchin' clients who tip me WELL
5. New tattoo...pictures to come...it's on my face...my madre liked it and I'm pretty stoked about it.

That's pretty much it...in a nutshell. My face kind of hurts right now. The ex freaked out about it. Good thing we're divorced. Speaking of divorced, the new client I had on Thursday told me, after I did her cut and color, that she just got divorced that morning and I made her day...then she gave me $20...yup, I think I'm going to like this job allright.

Always a random thought

Today was the kids' first day of school. The princess' first day of ALL DAY school. As per usual, I cried. But only a little. I started to tear up while I was watching the princess glance nervously around her new classroom, but the sister suddenly appeared next to me and started talking, so that put me at ease a little...just a little. I had, however, put a little note in the princess' lunch box today telling her to have a good day and that I love her...to which she responded at the end of the day, "Thanks for embarassing me in front of my new friends MOM." She said it with such an attitude, I'm pretty sure I just got a glimpse of the future. Scary<p>Tomorrow is the first day of my last term at school. Yay for me. I'm technically only supposed to have two more months left, but with some of my absences and lates I've added on an extra couple of weeks. Now the pressures on. The whole point of this last term is to prepare for the state board. I'm nervous as hell. I also need to start scoping out salons. Since I don't want to assist, I have to find a rental or commission salon. I also need to start on my portfolio. Here's a crappy before and after preview...p.s. I need a camera for this kind of shit

You may not be able to tell here, but her hair is totally damaged, yellow bleached blonde hair. Horrid. Not to mention her mom was a pain in the ass and only left me a three dollar tip, but that's a whole other story. Here's her after I worked my magic.

It's not much, but it's a start. When I get my student loan money in, among other things, I plan on getting myself a digital camera so that I can take more before and after pics. I get a lot of makeover clients. I also want to have some 'models' (read: my friends, family and whoever wants) come to me so that I may take some cool fashion type photos. I want my portfolio to be somewhat nice.

I'm rambling now. It may be because I'm still awake at one a.m. even though I have to be up at 6:30. C'est la vie. My life as an insomniac.

Ain't nothin' but a love/hate thang

I have a salon project for school due on Friday. And true to form, I'm procrastinating. I have most of the supplies necessary to making my miniature salon, but no motivation to start it. However, I do usually come through in the end with something amazing. So here's something I've come up with instead of starting...I'm in this kind of mood right now, and here it is:

1. I love, love, LOVE the weather right now. It makes me want to curl up in bed and watch a scary movie, preferably with someone special, but I'll settle with my dolphin.
2. I hate that my driver side door won't open with the key so I have to open the passenger side door to get in...straight ghetto.
3. I love that the genius was waiting outside for me to pick him up and that they were both excited to see me.
4. I hate that the kids were so excited to see me...it means I have to actually switch to mom mode and take care of them pshaw
5. I love that if I pout enough I can get what I want
6. I hate that some people refuse to give in to my demands.
7. I hate that there is a tiny bug flying around me and won't go away.
8. I hate that my madre is so irritating.
9. I love my brand new shoes I got at the mall for 7 bucks.
10. I hate that I won't be there to see my new niece being born
11. I love all the thunder and lightning right now.
12. I love that I get to take the kids back to school shopping soon.
13. I hate that I've had insomnia for the past month and a half .
14. I hate that it's Ultimate Fighting Championship in the kids' room right now.
15. I love that I get to talk about tattoos and piercings at work all day.
16. I love that I get to play with hair all day and put my creativity to the test.
17. I love, oddly enough, my life.

Weird, I know, that I would end my love/hate list like that, considering the majority of it is hate. I mean, who really loves their lives? Not many people. I have friends who are way better off than me and they hate their lives. I hear it all the time, too. Listening to all the griping (yes, I do my fair share of griping) and can't help but think, why? Why does their life suck? I have two proverbial balls and chains strapped to my ankles for life. Baggage. No money. A mother. No "special someone". Yes, from time to time you'll hear me say my life sucks, but that's just usually in a fit of a tantrum because I didn't get my way. Oh, and also in a fit of estrogen blow-out when I'm a typical girl, at best. But for the most part, it's actually quite allright.

Any help I can get, however, is key. Take a couple drinks. A few pills. Repeat.