Also. Two more style cuts needed, halfway done with shaves :)) Just need to get my tapers done and I'll be home free.

New obsessions.

I love abandoned things. You think that would mean I would love my blog, because that was abandoned, but such is not the case. New orleans six flags on the other hand... OBSESSED. I need to go :(

But never doubt that I love.

Yesterday I had a client that was one of my absolute favorites. His name is Frank. I wasn't happy to get his ticket because I thought he would be an old, picky, grumpy OLD man! But he was a younger, fresh, and nice guy. We talked about his job for a while, and his kids, and his marriage. I asked him what the key to a happy marriage is and he simply said respect. MUTUAL respect though. And I liked that because most guys are like 'I am king, you are woman, you make sandwich!' But he said it was mutually respecting each other and always compromising. He said that saying 'please' and 'thank you' can mean much much more than saying 'I love you' he told me about how his wife fell in a deep depression in their first five years of marriage and he said how easy it would be to have left her, but how there was much more to gain from helping her and loving her. He opened up about his involvement in the church and he asked me about my membership. So I told him about my baptism and how family circumstances made it difficult and how I was shunned for my calling on seminary council. And it was very interesting because he also described himself as 'the black sheep of his council' he'd had similar problems of being left out and losing friends. He told me not to give up (I didn't have the heart to tell him I did a long time ago) and he told me that he was really glad he came in for a haircut and got me as a stylist. And I'm similarly grateful for the experience of doing his hair and talking with him. I think he is amazing, and I'm always going to try to remember his words on marriage and raising kids. People like this make the industry worth it.
Today me and my teacher Ann were just talking a little bit. And I've heard the story of her late husband, but today she told it again. She told me about how he knew he would die before he was thirty, that he would never see his kids go to school, and that he knew how he would die. He told her exactly what clothes he wanted to be buried in, what music he wanted at his funeral, and he picked out his own casket. He had absolutely no health issues, but he knew he would die. And he did, in a car accident, when he was 29, in the August before his daughter started school. Somehow he knew he was going to die. She was crying when she told me all this, and I was crying too, but she was telling me to illustrate one point. That he knew when he would die, but we don't. So we need to live all that we can, up to our best potential. I'm always saying that I'm too intense or overwhelming for people, and she doesn't know that, but she said those exact words to describe her own way of living and how much it's benefited her. She made me feel like it's all ok. That it's ok to be like fire. As long as I marry someone that's like water. So I can boil them, and they can put me out. That happy medium. It's a curious thing how Ann knows what to say without even being told anything else.
Yesterday Andy texted me and I was an asshole. I felt bad for a little bit, but I only felt bad for Pam, not because I hurt him. Maybe I'm just not a very good person, but at least I'm saying what I really mean.
They didn't use my call in today and I was like woo hoo :))) Hopefully gunna work at a tanning salon soon :) Infections feeling better :)

Just like wildfire, been burning now for days.

And there I was at work, not wanting be there, wanting very much to rather be at home or anywhere else really. But then I had to pee, so I asked my CSL (which I think is a stupid rule. I am eighteen years old, I shouldn't have to ask permission to use the restroom. This isn't kindergarten....) With a serious look, she told me that no I couldn't go to the bathroom. And the thing is, I know she was being serious. But a customer overheard us and looked like she was about to have human resources on speed dial. So Melissa changed her tune a little bit 'I was just joking! Take your time sweetheart!' But when I went to the restroom it hurt. A LOT. I knew in that second that I had a urinary tract infection and that I would have to call my mom to bring me medicine. In the next hour I felt the outrageous urge to pee, but I knew I didn't really have to and that the two or three drops that would come out would hurt like hell. But after an hour, I'm like ok I REALLY have to go. And this time when I went to the bathroom, it hurt even more. This could be because of the fact that I had just peed blood. I couldn't help it, tears automatically came to my eyes in the way that they do when I don't know what's wrong. I came out of the bathroom crying and I told my manager what had just happened. She laughed at me. And she said it wasn't a big deal. But to me it was! I don't pee blood everyday! And on commercials for medicines it says if you pee blood to contact your doctor immediately. So I figure it would be the same even if you aren't on medicine. So my manager, thinking she's doing me a huge favor, tells me to take a break. On my break I call my mom and tell her what happened. Now SHE gave me the appropriate reaction! SHE freaked out and told me I need to go to the doctors immediately! But I cried a lot and told her I was certain that they weren't going to let me just go home. They don't just let people go home! Even if they're puking they make them stay!!!! So when I went back in to work, I cried a lot more and told them my doctor told me to come in immediately. Yoseline, being the amazing friend that she is offered to cover my shift (this made her shift almost twelve hours, but that's how amazing she is) So they let me go, but I know they were pissed. At the doctors my urine sample was bright red, pure blood. Even the lab worker looked disgusted as I handed it to her. Luckily they gave me a ton of medicine, but not until after they tell me every single thing that is probably wrong with me. But the next day I have to go back to work for a nine and a half hour day (woof. I know) so my manager asked me what was wrong. And I tell her that I have a kidney infections. She smiles, shakes her head, puts her arm around me and says in a condescending tone 'See, I told you it wasn't bad or anything to worry about.' YOU'RE A DUMBASS!!!! It's a kidney infection!!!! Of course there is something to worry about!!!! I hate them :( So that's my life. Taking a ton of medicine and peeing a lot. Oh and having a creepy client that has me shave him every week. And I'm pretty sure he touches himself naughty under my cape. FML.

Sexy little rewards came :)

I AM THE BLUE SHEET MASTER. Three days into the semester and I have four things signed off on my blue sheet :) no biggie, just getting ready for graduation which will be just around the corner pretty much :)) my day consists of flirting with (old) men to get a clientele. And so far it seems to be working and it's definitely putting some extra cash in my wallet :) I'm going to make an excellent living out of this. I am extremely happy to finally be getting the hang of mens hair. I've done impeccable style cuts and today I had the chance to do my first high and tight which looked absolutely MARVELOUS I tell you!!! I'm much more happy and positive about school now that Sarah isn't in class with me anymore. I feel like I finally have a grasp on my life again. Other than this Clint fellow!!! Clint bugs me. More than almost anyone. I don't know what it is about him. But he's always bugging me for haircuts and just showing up at my house at super inconvenient times. I get this vibe from him that he thinks he can just come in and sweep me off my feet and easily get me to go to church again. He's wrong on both accounts. I'm not interested him in the slightest and Church with him would probably cause me to choke myself to death. I CAN'T EVEN DESCRIBE HOW MUCH HE BOTHERS ME. AKAJDHGKJSAHG.
So quick notes of my life, wake up, throw myself together, cut hair, go home, sleep. Any extra time in my schedule goes to the love of my life, my puppy Tank ;)
The most exciting thing to me is Titanic coming back to theaters. DREAM ACCOMPLISHED.
Stoked. On. Life.

Once upon a time I went to school and cut a ton of hair. The end.

...one month later.

Well, here we are almost a month later. No, I haven't forgotten or abandoned my blog, but I'm too busy for it 90% of the time. I'll try to be better though :) not for me or any of my followers, but for my mommy :)
Buuuut because there are three weeks between this post and my last, I decided that BULLET POINTS are the way to go. No worries, no one will fully understand it.

• (on the plane) 'Sorry, passengers, there will be a brief delay before take off because of a broken part that needs repair' ....they could have just left it at 'there will be a delay' 
• tatttsoooooweh 
• hi yah.  hi yah. hi yah. 
• beach. shorts. december. no biggie. 
• strolling in beverly hills looking for eminem
• cool names like forest and phoenix 
• shoes for the boy that stepped in my life and changed me. Clothes for the hottest guy I know ;) Beats by Dre for the boy that fills my life with music. A nixon watch for the boy that forever changed my time here on earth. And of course star wars cups for the marathons ;)
• 'You cleaned my room?!?!?! That's so Stacy of you!!!!!'
• Whilst not in Utah the things I missed most were U92, Tank, and a home cooked meal ;)
• Too many shoessss for christmas :)

Well, now we're basically caught up to speed :) I know new years resolutions are for insecure idiots, but Yeah.... I made one. They're lame though, but not lame in the 'lose weight' kind of way. Lame as in it's 'take out my contacts at night' ballerrrr. Barbering has started up again and I used to super duper hate men's hair, but yesterday I was nonstop taking clients and I felt pretty good about it :) I finally understand and that's a good thing :) and I don't have class with Sarah or McKenzie anymore, so I'm not really stressed :) And yesterday Eric came in to get a shave and a haircut and I got them signed off on my blue sheet :) :) :) :) THANK YOU SO MUCH. Not that it's a big deal or anything ;) I'm just really happy :) a new year is exactly what I needed :)