The lad and I totally got engaged last night.

FUCK YEAH!

Hello!

I quit my retail job today.  It felt SOOOO GOOD.  My manager was super cool about it, and I told her she can use me up until Christmas so she’s not freaking out or anything.  I feel less stressed already.

Look at this ferocious baybay.

I got a much-needed haircut yesterday.  I’ve been growing out my hair and it was looking kind of wonky.  Now I have a legit bob, and growing that out will be a lot less awkward.

I’ve recently become even more obsessed with Talking Heads.  Wesley and I watched True Stories twice in the past week, and we’ve been listening to the vinyl a lot.  David Byrne is so odd.

What’s been going on lately?  I work about 60 hours a week, I’m tired all the time, and I hate my retail job.  Haaaaate it.  I’m tired of people being rude to me for no reason except their stupidity, and I’m tired of working for a massive company that doesn’t really care about its employees.  I’d rather work every day at this salon with people who are pleasant and products that are sustainable, but until they can give me more hours I must suffer through.

I’ve also been getting migraines more often.  This is very bad, because I don’t just get a mild headache every day; I get an all-out gremlin stab-fest in my head, and all I feel like doing is vomiting and passing out.  Last Thursday I had to leave school early because my brain was going to explode.  I almost cut myself several times trying to work through the pain.  Ugh ugh ugh.  It might be time for me to shell out $60 for my Imitrex prescription.

I’m having a birthday party at the end of this month!  I have the last weekend in December off from school, so I’m going to do something fun every night when I would usually be sleeping.  This year I’m only sharing a party with one very chill individual, and I will not be on any hallucinant substances.  And I will have a damn good time.

In other news, I really like this version of Talking Head’s “Radio Head.”  It’s from the movie True Stories.  You should watch it; it’s weird.

Here’s a silly picture:

I must say, last night was one of the most fun Halloween parties I’ve attended.  I looked like this:

I snagged someone’s space phone and switched the generic rap music for some ’60s music and danced around drinking whiskey.  There were cool kids and cool costumes and a lot of cupcakes.  Hopefully the lad and I will find something similar to do tonight.

Today I officially have a [second] job at my favorite salon.

Huzzah!

More hours, more money, and [possibly] a stylist job once I graduate.

:D

In other news, I still haven’t done anything with my hair, and it’s driving me mad.

MAD, I say!

If all goes well, it will be a different color within the week.

Today was awesome.  I spent it with the lad’s family in Universal Studios.  We ran around HP Land, rode some awesome rides, and got progressively sillier as the day went on [and our fatigue crept up on us].

Cheerio!

I kind of miss having black hair,

but I also miss having blonde hair.

Thoughts?

Today a girl came in with long, frizzy, damaged hair.  She left with a sassy bob that was sleek, shiny, and soft.  [Yay, alliteration!]  And she tipped me eight dollars.  Hells yeah!

When I got home tonight, Wesley had gone grocery shopping and planned a date-night meal: blackened tuna steaks, sauteed mushrooms, and rice.  Om nom nom.

What else?  I’m going to Harry Potter Land [or whatever it’s called] in a few weeks.  Although I’ve never been a huge Potter nerd, I’m excited to spend the day drinking butter beer and having shenanigans with the lad’s family.  Sometimes I can’t remember what a vacation feels like.

Ice Cream keeps doing adorable things, such as following me around the house and jumping in my lap.  Sometimes she takes a nap with me and falls asleep in the crook of my arm like a baby.  ASIDFHAOSIDFJS.  I love this cat.

All in all, it’s been a good day.  Perhaps I’ll have something more interesting to say later.

She moved out!  She just awkwardly started carrying her things out the door with a friend helping her, said, “Thanks for letting me stay here,” and that was that.

To celebrate, we totally did it with the door open.

And now I’m watching Mad Men with Ice Cream asleep on my lap.

Cheers.

The roommate situation has gotten even more awkward.  After being gone for a week [leaving the day rent was due, coincidentally], she stayed upstairs for about two days.  Not working, not going to school, avoiding us.  She finally paid rent, but when I asked if she was going to school to make up hours, she said no because of a three-hour shift at work.  So the night we had planned on telling her The Dealio, she didn’t show up.  All night.  Since she had lost her key, I knew she wasn’t home.  Finally I asked when she would be home [after she had to pick up my key to get in the house] and informed her we were having a meeting that night.  She never showed up.

So Wesley and I wrote a note detailing the situation.  She is to move out in two weeks, during which she has plenty of time to make up her damn hours.  She didn’t show up the next night, either, and finally came home for 15 minutes before heading to work.  I assume she’s read the terms, but I haven’t seen or heard from her since then.  Right now I can hear sniffing noises upstairs, so it seems she has found her house key and is home at the moment.  What does she do upstairs all the time?  I assume it involves eating, because whenever I journey to fetch a book I see a plethora of fast food bags and to-go boxes.  And really old food.  Freaking ew.

It’s so.  Awkwarrrrrd.  Perhaps I’ll take my sister’s advice tonight to create mutual discomfort.

Anyway, this makes me very excited.  I’ll believe it when I see it, though.

Wish me luck, y’all.  I’ll be glad when this whole clusterfuck is over.  It’ll be a long time before I agree to help someone out like this.