Let me start out by saying this, I have dyed my hair many a time, I can do highlights, brown , blond , red hair etc, I've been doing this for years( the moral of the story here is that I think I'm better than I actually am). So yesterday I decided , I'm going to go blond or as my friend so kindly put it, "Georgie you're going to be the trifecta of hot" you guys can decide what the hell he's talking about, I do not claim to know the warped idea of "hot" in the early 20 year old male mind. I chose the box and got two of them seeing as I have masses of hair, and went about the dyeing process................
....two hours later my hair is this weird hybrid child color of orange and SUPER blond.
FUCK.
This day is not starting out well.
Then I accidentally made myself cry by watching "The Boy In The Striped Pajamas",I do not suggest watching this movie unless you enjoy watching sadistic irony involving Nazi's and little children, which by the way I don't. It's okay though because it was a reminder that I do actually have working emotions and tear ducts. Surprise surprise, now lets see if we can tune them in to real life situations. HA.
I went off to work, pleased at least that I might make a decent amount of money tonight ( another false hope). When I walk into the bar, I am immediately confronted by my manager inquiring as to why I am not wearing a redskins jersey, At this point I would like to point out two very crucial things 1) I was never told to wear a redskins jersey, at any point and 2) Why on earth would i spend $50+ on a jersey for a team I don't even like that much. This logic however is lost on my Manager as he casually demands that I find one and put it on asap.
Crap.
I then proceed to call/text literally everyone I know in NOVA who may have a redskins jersey and who may be nice enough to bring it to me at work. Turns out none of my friends that I could get a hold of even like the Redskins. Perfect. It takes an hour and an annoyingly large waste of energy for me to finally locate a jersey, and it's huge on me, oh well my hair is already ugly, and I am nothing if I am not consistent.
Some other things that happened at work yesterday:
-Some guy was carried and then thrown out of the bar , because he told some girl " You know what I hate more than girls who smoke cigarettes , fat asians" ( She was asian , yet she wasn't fat, so I was left confised by that confrontation). This is racist and apparently is enough for you to get thrown out of the bar. It was amusing watching the bouncers throwing this guy out, since he was drunk and struggling, he was choke-holded and hoisted on to the shoulders on this one bouncer who looks scarily similar to the black guy in The Green Mile...I hope you know what I'm talking about because the mental image is priceless.
- I got kissed on the hand by a bunch of foreign guys everytime I brought them their drinks, and was told I was an american goddess ( I didn't want to burst their bubble and point out I wasn't an american citizen, it didn't seem right and seeing as I felt like I looked hideous, It was a nice self esteem boost)
- Some guy named Islam who looked like he was 55 left me his number AND email on a piece of paper....self explanitory as to why I proceeded to throw it away.
My life is sometimes so ridiculous that I doubt it's real.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Oh I guess I'm blogging now.
I'm not even sure why I am starting a blog, my life is not that eventful that I can presume people will be enthralled by ramblings, but guess what, I choose to vent and ramble on to you anyway.
I went to George Mason yesterday because I thought I better go get some of my school supplies and books sorted out. The first stop was the book store, to see if i could maybe afford those 20 pound books I will have to lug around for the next three months of my life (I can't). As I was trying to sort through the numerous psychology books that I needed, I spotted two very cute looking stoner guys in the philosophy section , one was wearing a Bob Marley shirt and the other a Rolling Stones shirt, I was going to say something witty about stereotypes here, but you get the picture. I flirted with them for a while, and they were amused at my anxiety over starting school in less than a week and impressed that a girl wearing short shorts was a pre-med student. I left my adorable new friends with a promise to return and exchange numbers and went to go check book prices with the store clerks and that is where my good day ended. Over the next hour several very stressful things happened.
1)I found out that my adviser , against my will and without me knowing, changed one of my classes. Not that big of a deal EXCEPT , the class she changed was my organic chemistry class, which I could have handled, to a Quantitative Chemical Analysis class + lab...yeah you read right that class actually exists....and I have to take it. I probably would have started crying right there in front of that innocent store clerk with the bad hair cut but conveniently my phone started ringing.
2) It was my mom, telling me my sister had broken in yet again to my dad's house, and that my mom was wrought with worry over her and can't sleep at night, I tell my mom I'll call her later, the stress is mounting in my body and I felt that if I stayed in the bookstore, I would probably implode.
[ Cute boys in Philosophy section are now compleatly a nonentity in my mind, I was no longer in the mood to be my charming and adorable self, which is probably good for stoner boys as I feel like I am a a little high strung for them anyway]
I find Emily and after we go get her books , my phone starts ringing again...
3) It's my sister - cue a Georgie size anxiety attack.She's probably the most stupid person I have ever encountered in my entire life, which is saying something because I know a lot of stupid people. She's convinced that turning 18 ( which she does tomorrow) is the greatest thing to ever happen to a person, that's why she ran away from home , and is going to live with her 21 year old boyfriend who is on welfare (I am thoroughly grossed out by that sentence by the way). She is working at a fast food chain because and I quote "School is fucking dumb man, I hate school", way to reach for the stars girl, I am so proud. That conversation is probably ranked as top 5 most ridiculous conversations of my life. She was strung - out on who knows what, giggling with no remorse over the fact at that I have actually been sick with worry about her for the last two months. It's like I was dealing with a pint-size blond psychopath....that I love. If that's not the definition of dysfunction I don't know what is.
This worry over whether one of the people I love most in the world is safe is coming at a very inconvenient time, like I don't have enough of my plate, now I have to stress over whether my drugged out little sister is getting enough to eat in a day. This is why I could never be a parent, I already have enough people in my life that I worry constantly about.
So to calm myself I went school supply shopping at Target, yes retail therapy does work, that and vodka.
I went to George Mason yesterday because I thought I better go get some of my school supplies and books sorted out. The first stop was the book store, to see if i could maybe afford those 20 pound books I will have to lug around for the next three months of my life (I can't). As I was trying to sort through the numerous psychology books that I needed, I spotted two very cute looking stoner guys in the philosophy section , one was wearing a Bob Marley shirt and the other a Rolling Stones shirt, I was going to say something witty about stereotypes here, but you get the picture. I flirted with them for a while, and they were amused at my anxiety over starting school in less than a week and impressed that a girl wearing short shorts was a pre-med student. I left my adorable new friends with a promise to return and exchange numbers and went to go check book prices with the store clerks and that is where my good day ended. Over the next hour several very stressful things happened.
1)I found out that my adviser , against my will and without me knowing, changed one of my classes. Not that big of a deal EXCEPT , the class she changed was my organic chemistry class, which I could have handled, to a Quantitative Chemical Analysis class + lab...yeah you read right that class actually exists....and I have to take it. I probably would have started crying right there in front of that innocent store clerk with the bad hair cut but conveniently my phone started ringing.
2) It was my mom, telling me my sister had broken in yet again to my dad's house, and that my mom was wrought with worry over her and can't sleep at night, I tell my mom I'll call her later, the stress is mounting in my body and I felt that if I stayed in the bookstore, I would probably implode.
[ Cute boys in Philosophy section are now compleatly a nonentity in my mind, I was no longer in the mood to be my charming and adorable self, which is probably good for stoner boys as I feel like I am a a little high strung for them anyway]
I find Emily and after we go get her books , my phone starts ringing again...
3) It's my sister - cue a Georgie size anxiety attack.She's probably the most stupid person I have ever encountered in my entire life, which is saying something because I know a lot of stupid people. She's convinced that turning 18 ( which she does tomorrow) is the greatest thing to ever happen to a person, that's why she ran away from home , and is going to live with her 21 year old boyfriend who is on welfare (I am thoroughly grossed out by that sentence by the way). She is working at a fast food chain because and I quote "School is fucking dumb man, I hate school", way to reach for the stars girl, I am so proud. That conversation is probably ranked as top 5 most ridiculous conversations of my life. She was strung - out on who knows what, giggling with no remorse over the fact at that I have actually been sick with worry about her for the last two months. It's like I was dealing with a pint-size blond psychopath....that I love. If that's not the definition of dysfunction I don't know what is.
This worry over whether one of the people I love most in the world is safe is coming at a very inconvenient time, like I don't have enough of my plate, now I have to stress over whether my drugged out little sister is getting enough to eat in a day. This is why I could never be a parent, I already have enough people in my life that I worry constantly about.
So to calm myself I went school supply shopping at Target, yes retail therapy does work, that and vodka.
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