I've finished the Chemical Division at school as of Saturday. Tomorrow I start cutting. Maybe I should be at least halfway nervous, but I'm not. Confidence in such a technical field is rare, especially for me. We'll see how long it lasts. I spent my Sunday night at a local artsy fartsy bar playing Buzztime Trivia for free drinks, while Will wooed his Eastern European beauty and pseudo intellectuals in non-prescription black rimmed glasses banged away at bullshit manifestos on mac books. Who knew my seemingly useless knowledge could make me so many temporary friends. After purchasing a supremely badass rolling toolbox for all my styling tools, Will and I popped into the local vintage shop looking for stickers. While there he found an absolutely amazing leather hat that looked exactly like Silvester Stallone's in Rocky.
Sadly he couldn't justify 35 bucks for a hat. He's stronger than me. I picked up a vintage cream colored, faux fur coat for 10 dollars. It should up break up the monotony of my usual all black ensemble. And I passed up a pair of teal cowboy boots, not for $70 when I probably wouldn't wear them often. I'm getting a tad better with the self control thing. However I still dream of YSL Tribute pumps, but I'll settle for some badass motorcycle boots. Hint hint dear sweet husband.
Oh yeah and I mowed the yard today and cussed like a sailor the whole fucking time. I cut hair, not grass damn it.
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