Anyway while skipping out on getting my hair done, I did go downstairs calm myself down and drink a cappachino while then heading straight to class. Once I was done with my two marketing classes, I headed to forty carrots. Well here the rudeness continued as a woman pushed in front of me ordering two yogurts with a trillion toppings, prolonging my rush to get home in time for Angelo to pick me up (my families driver at 2 pm).
FINALLY I ordered a small plain yogurt (as saying the word "vanilla" there is like a crime) with sprinkles. Except it ended up to be mainly sprinkles, as the lady just "sprinkled" them all on like nobodies business. Once I reached the elevator, it decided to stop on 5/7 floors. I had 14 minutes to get home, a suitcase to finish packing, and papers to stick in a folder and complete all before tomorrow.
Finally I made it home, hopped into the escalade, where Angelo then drive'd me and dropped me off to pick Acura RDX. So then it was 3 pm, I was as pale as a ghost, had unpainted nails, non colored hair, (or tamed hair for that matter) and everything was pretty much a big mess. I was driving and hitting every single red light. I was also determined to find somewhere to do my hair before tomorrow.
Call after call and fail after fail, I finally found somewhere in Plainview called "Unique". So I stopped there on my way home, got my hair touched up by someone, then conditioner treated (whatever that means) by someone else, and lastly cut by another person. Well I love my long hair, and literally went through five stages of "no I don't want it cut, to-yes I do want it cut". Then the hair stylist and I decided to change it up and go for layers (bigger deal than a cut). I was shaking while getting it cut, because ever since my bad haircut circa 2010, I have been terrified of getting it cut ever-ever again.
So by this time it was 6 pm and I had an appointment at Beach Bum. Yes I get spray tans (only when I'm like casper), so when getting asked what color I wanted to be BrainsOfBritian (aka me) told the woman that I wanted to be as dark as possible. They had just moved locations so the tanning rooms were almost as small as aeroplane bathrooms. Really. I get claustrophobic so while almost having a panic attack, and not trying to think about the confined space we were both in-while getting sprayed with freezing cold paint or whatever it actually is, I closed my eyes and looked down. Then I found out your not supposed to do that because it creates crease lines or something along your neck (makes sense now that I actually think about it) so the process then took twice as long.
Anyway, finally about half an hour ago I arrived home. It has been the longest day ever, and I still have so much homework to do, as well as packing. I will post sometime tomorrow before my flight and in the meantime have attached some photos!
|New Hunter boots for the Rain in England|
|The Plaza Hotel|