February 24, 2009
I applied to take the big scary test to get my hairstyling license a month and a half ago, and now I have to wait until they mail me back a date. I’m not so good at the waiting. I suck at it. Especially when it’s waiting to take a nasty test that makes me all panicky and clammy and uncomfortable when I think about it. And I’m still waiting, and I don’t have a date. But now it’s like I’m all dressed up in my crushed velvet dress, with my hair crimped, and I’m just waiting for my date to show up. Every day I walk to the mail box, peek my head, but and all I see is ads for mattresses and credit card applications. This is a good thing, the longer it takes for me to get a date, the more time I get to practice.
Speaking of practicing, I did a practice class yesterday with my loyal and loving friend Jenielle. She let me do all sorts of awful things to her all because she loves me, but first I had to buy her a cheeseburger and a coke.
- I put shaving cream in her hair.
- Then I put three acrylic nails on, but only painted one red, because I’m crazy like that.
- Then I gave her one curly tendril soaked in gel, and placed it right on her cheek. And I’m pretty sure she felt sassy.
So, thanks Jan for making my life a little bit easier, even though it kinda sucked a bit for you.
And now, I’ll leave you with this fantastic, yet creepy photo of bald heads on tables.