Tumbleweeds

Have I mentioned how plastic grocery bags often tumble across the roads in north Philly in the dead of night? My sister and I affectionately called them tumbleweeds and thought it was the funniest thing ever.

I feel like I was really living life then, when I was studying at college. That's a feeling I might never get back.

But I've found a more whole and happy way of being now, be it less interesting. Perhaps this is "really living." I need to go back to the city.

I think a certain amount of knowingly exposing my trusting, "naïve" side to the "dangerous and dark" world of the city is kind of thrilling to me.

My class is full of beautiful women and I can't decide if it's because I've spent so much time with them or because they actually are beautiful.

One of my classmates just pulled money out of her shirt to give a guy money to buy her a muffin on his run to wawa (the convenience store across the street) and paused - "wait, do you mind boob money?"

He was okay with it.

I'm trying to help this girl get a blogger account but it is being annoying. She speaks the truth and wants people to know her thoughts. Blogger will not be getting her business.

Tumblr may be getting her business.

I asked if over the course of her education she has increasingly come to realize her gorgeousness and value. She has. She has also made the leap to leave the loneliness of online dating behind. Just like me.

I can't wait to see her reap the rewards of this decision.

I gave a haircut yesterday that might be a go-to-another-salon-and-get-it-it-fixed cut. The lovely girl showed me a picture and it turned out nothing like that.

Actually, this is similar to the ombre situation the other day. MY consultation with the client was extra-nice and perfect. The teacher came over and changed the game with his or her own opinion. I became more conservative and jacked the whole thing up.

I think I should blame 50% of the failure on the teacher, excuse me - the learning leader.

Perhaps I will come to a more humble attitude later.

My client is a half hour late. I'm giving her a full head of hilights. I look forward to it.  If she's much later, I'll be taking an updo. Which will also be fun.

I met a lovely lady across from my station who told me she would be gluing in her own extensions later in the day. I was very impressed. How on EARTH could she do that on her OWN?

She said, "stand here and look at me."

"YouTube."

I was convinced. People have been telling me to learn things from YouTube all along, but why, I protested, should I have to go on YouTube when I'm paying good money for a hands-on, in-school education?

Sometimes you just have to give in. As the wise Florence Welch said, "I'm not giving up, I'm just giving in."