She layered my bangs when I started to fiddle with them. I had to stop her before she did the whole thing like that. Even though it's in style, it would of been hell for me.
I hate it. She gave me a prep cut. Took away my ability to do an awesome head bang. Grr. She cut off 2-3 inches more than need to get off the dead ends. So I know have my midback level hair. Only 3 inches past my shoulders! Grrieness. She also used a straightner. A waste of everyones time. Not ONLY is my hair naturally stick straight, she took the foof out! My hair might of been silky and flowing, but it was flattened. Hanging limp, was what it was. I prefer my fizzy stringy mess over what I had.
Spring break is over.
I went to the Billy Joel concert on Friday. I thought I would absolutly hate it because the only songs that I knew were by him were old person I-love-you songs. The slow kind you can't even sing to without running out of breath after every syllable. But then half way through the roadie sang Highway to Hell awesomely. Then Billy Joel sang songs that people actually knew. I was listening to one on my radio on the way there and didn't know. At the end everyone took out their cell phones as lighters.
Then last night I went to watch the Cleveland 100 at Peabodies with Maddie. THAT PLACE WAS FUCKIN AWESOME!!!! You had to scream in someones ear to be faintly heard over the bands (4 stages). And eveyone was either a preppy slut flirting with the emo bands singers or emo/punk/goth/with dark attire. And it was bar. My mom called it "my first bar experiance". Eh-heh, yeah. Sure, first. But she said that infront of the (not used) stripper poll.
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