V For Vendetta, I love the movie.
I'd prefer to be alone these days.
Blood To Bleed by Rise Against
I'd prefer to be alone these days.
Blood To Bleed by Rise Against
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So after school, I went to St Albans to get my eyebrows done. So I wait for a few minutes for the lady to get ready and she's like, "Ok, you can come in now."
So usual routine, I lay down on the chair-bed thing and close my eyes. My feet are in an awkward position because I have really chunky school shoes on and my ankles are sinking. It takes me 3 minutes to configure comfort and the lady just looks at me. In the end, I'm bending my knees and leaning them up against the wall. Did I mention that I get a little claustrophobic in that room? It's the size of a toilet cubicle.
Standard procedure is: heat up wax, put towel on neck, and put headband on so my hair won't get into the wax. She does the first two, though forgetting the headband. So I assume, "Oh ok, whatever. She's prob pro at this anyway."
Worst mistake ever, I should've asked her for the headband. I got half of my fringe drenched with wax. OMFG. And she gets wax on my eyelashes. I WAS IN PAIN. And when I get home, I run my fingers through my hair and my hand stops halfway. It felt like there was a traffic jam in my hair, so I just kept tugging.
I try to feel for it, and I find a block of dried up wax in my hair. "LIKEHOWTHEFUCKDIDTHATGETTHERE?!"
But enough of that; I'm gonna go now, paint my nails a nice blue, listen to the best of Nine Inch Nails and continue reading Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell.
So usual routine, I lay down on the chair-bed thing and close my eyes. My feet are in an awkward position because I have really chunky school shoes on and my ankles are sinking. It takes me 3 minutes to configure comfort and the lady just looks at me. In the end, I'm bending my knees and leaning them up against the wall. Did I mention that I get a little claustrophobic in that room? It's the size of a toilet cubicle.
Standard procedure is: heat up wax, put towel on neck, and put headband on so my hair won't get into the wax. She does the first two, though forgetting the headband. So I assume, "Oh ok, whatever. She's prob pro at this anyway."
Worst mistake ever, I should've asked her for the headband. I got half of my fringe drenched with wax. OMFG. And she gets wax on my eyelashes. I WAS IN PAIN. And when I get home, I run my fingers through my hair and my hand stops halfway. It felt like there was a traffic jam in my hair, so I just kept tugging.
I try to feel for it, and I find a block of dried up wax in my hair. "LIKEHOWTHEFUCKDIDTHATGETTHERE?!"
But enough of that; I'm gonna go now, paint my nails a nice blue, listen to the best of Nine Inch Nails and continue reading Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell.
1 comment:
I got an A for my 1984 oral. Such a good fucking read.
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