Beauty Underneath
Posted in Life on March 6th, 2010 | 1 Comment »You those fancy hair salons, the ones with the fancy modern furniture? I’d really love to go to a place like that, it feels so peaceful and energetic at the same time. Modern, funky, unique. Actually, I’d love for my future house to be like that, but that’s a whole other post. Right now, I’m talking about hair.
I’m not a normal girl when it comes to makeovers, and I’m not comfortable with being a feminine person. I’m girly, yes, but there’s a difference. I like pink, chocolate, crying at chick flicks, etc, but I don’t like showing it, like wearing skirts and high heels and styling my hair every day. My mom tried so hard to get me to go to a salon to get ready for prom, and I went grudgingly, ended up crying I felt so out of place and awkward, and ended up breaking my fake nails the next day. It’s just not me.
When I need to get my hair cut, I put it off for months and months. Part of the reason is I don’t know what to do to it to make it look good. I hate my hair. Plus, I’ve never had a pleasant experience getting it cut, usually the woman is rude, won’t tell me what will look good when I ask for her opinion, waits for me to tell her what to do, then I say just a trim, get a crappy haircut and hate it, and end up just hiding it in a clip. I finally cave in and go when I can feel the split ends screaming at me for attention.
Granted, I always go to the cheap places. Well, why go to a pricey place when I have no clue what I want, and don’t want to pay more for the same experience? This time, I went to Wal Mart. I know, really? Well, I needed to get groceries too, lol. I was actually pleasantly surprised. For once, the lady was overly friendly and had that famous southern charm, motherly and nurturing. She complimented my purse, my nails, my jacket, and her coworker could not stop ranting about my glasses. Finally, the type of people I always expected to work in a hair salon! I was beginning to think all those Hollywood movies were all lying to me, that hair salons weren’t gossip centers.
I actually got my hair washed. I really didn’t want to, but apparently it was part of the price. This was such a new experience for me, I had no clue what was going on half the time, I was so dazed. Luckily, I had my glasses off, so I couldn’t really protest to what was going on when I couldn’t see what was going on, lol. Had I known she was going to pamper me I might have got up and left, lol. She was very talkative, and before I knew it she was waxing my eyebrows! I didn’t sign up for that! But after the years of simply plucking it, I suppose it’s time I became more feminine and give it a try. My skin still kind of hurts. Is that just because it was my first time? But I’ll admit, they actually look good.
Then, she finally cut my hair. I suppose I like it, I don’t know, it’s really short. I’ll take a picture of it after it calms down a bit. Right now I feel like I lost 5 lbs getting it cut, so it’s in shock. The only bad part of the experience… she pulled my hair so hard drying it my scalp is bruised.
I feel so proud of myself. I stepped out of my comfort zone and did a rather girly thing. What made it better this time? Eamon was sitting in the seat next to me looking completely out of place.
A little bit of unease in him made me feel so much more at ease, lol. Maybe next time he should get his brows waxed too, haha.
Although, what’s the point of spring break when you have a butload of assignments to do? 2 papers and a java program due right after break? Not cool. So my break is basically just not going to class… whoopie.

And I have the urge to surround myself with pillows and blankets and play playstation. That sounds amazing. I’m gonna do that soon.
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