I'm bored, so i guess I'll blog.I used to have these high-level streams of continuous thought just surging through me all day. I guess a lot of that got zapped by the tv. Not to worry though, with all of the great books recommended to me, I'll soon be back on my feet, spurting out philosophical brainwork.
since i have no philosophical thoughts to share, i'll expound on a couple of events in my day. Me and my friend, Kristin, decided to get a hair cut today, at a place she loves called Precision 6. Needless to say I was wary. I usually cut my hair at Regis, where this 50 year old Persian woman takes an hour and a half tapering and giving me long layers. Too bad I still can't remember her name...was it Gigi, Gugi? Gigi (we'll just go with that name) always did a superb job, leaving her with a good tip, and me with a great haircut.
As i'm getting out of the car, Kristin tells me this place "doesn't have the best working conditions." Great. I hope they aren't violating any health codes-not like i'll be using the bathroom anyway. So we walk in, and this tiny place is full of people from all different walks of life: a construction worker, an old lady sitting in one of the perm dryer chairs, two little kids flipping out, and all of the rest of the normal customers. We sit down, and 10 minutes later, a woman approaches us and with a raspy voice asks, "are you Kristin and Masha?" "Yes." "Who wants to go first?" "I guess I will." So I place my purse on the floor and sit in her chair. The woman starts to cut away. Admist all of that we get into a really random discussion on kids and how there is a lack of respect and value these days. She shared with me how her daughter is becoming one of the mindless teenagers who does nothing but shop for clothes and sit around the house all day. We seriously covered every topic from adolescent rebellion, to how fake and superficial Californians can be (she included her inclination towards her New Jersey roots, where the people there are "raw and real"). Just as we are coming to the point of exhausting any more topics on spoiled American kids, she fluffs my hair, throws it to the front and says well how do ya like it. Uno problemo: It was still wet. Obviously, i don't know if i like it or not if it's damp and limply hanging. I didn't want to hear anymore stories about New Jersey, so I just got up and didn't make her blow dry it...I mean it'll eventually dry, right? I pick up my purse, which is covered in a bath of hair, and proceed to sit down and wait for Kristin to finish her hair cut. In walks Kim, a friend I have known since middle school. The strange thing is that she sits down, and pretends to not see or hear me. I mean, you couldn't miss me or Kristin in that small space. Isn't that weird when people do that? You see co-workers or fellow students somewhere outside of your shared environment, and all of the sudden you become complete strangers.it's SO awkward...and I was going to yell her name out at first, but then when it seemed like she was ignoring me, I just said forget it. So Kristin and I left with our unblowdried hair cuts, but happy that the next step would be highlights!1:09 AM 1 Falling Stars
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