Never Thought I'd Say It... 1/18/2003
I was going to call this entry 'Fucked Up Hair' but then decided against it bceause it has a lot more to do with than my hair. I never thought I'd say this but I hate being at home and I'm actually looking forward to going back to school.
So I get a phone call from my mother while I was at school last semester. She says, "I have this really great idea. I was talking to my hair stylist, Anna, and we were thinking how good you would look with light-brownish blonde highlights. So when you come in from school, you're going to get your hair done by Anna that Saturday. I already made the appointment." I was too stressed out from pledging my sorority to argue and I figured "Hell, how bad can some highlights look right?"
I go into the hair-dresser's at 4 pm and don't leave until almost 7 pm. Yup, it took her three hours to put some stupid dye in my hair. I know I have long hair, but damn....after being stressed out all semester I really don't feel like wasting three hours of my vacation in a fucking hair salon. But my mom had paid $80 to get it done, and she had made the appointment long in advance, so I felt really bad about saying no. So after three hours of having to suffer through the horrible smell of bleach, and having tons of pieces of tin foil in my hair, and having to be under this miserable heater thing, Anna whips the towels off of my head and Voila! ...my hair is streaked orange. Yes, it was actually orange...I looked like a fucked up tiger. My mother and Anna kept exclaiming how beautiful I looked...I felt like I wanted to cry.
I have enough self-confidence issues, and now I have orange hair. It would've looked kick ass if the streaks had been a light brown, or even blonde. I asked my mom if she could buy me some hair dye, so I could do it over...Let some light brown hair dye sit for about ten minutes, then wash it out so the orange is covered. But no, my mother insisted that we do it professionally, and go back to Anna.
So tonight, my last night home, I wasted another three hours in Anna's parlor. I explicitly asked her to darken the streaks slightly so they would be a light brown...what does she do? Dyes my hair almost jet black. My light skin looks pasty, and the black looks plain fake. And now the streaks are totally gone, which basically wasted the first three hours I spent there. So now my hair is completely fried, and it looks like shit...Fantastic. Just what I need before I go back to school. Now I have to spend my own money to go out and buy fucking hair dye, and spend my first night in my apartment re-dying my hair for a third time in almost three weeks.
What pisses me off is that my mother pulls shit like this all the time. She'll take something that's working fine, or that looks fine, and ruins it with a 'great idea.' Like the time she recarpeted my room without telling me first. I come home to a white carpet, which I almost immediately stained because A) I'm a klutz and B) I'm an artist... I paint in my room since I have nowhere else to go. Fine my carpet was old, and you wanted to replace it...at least tell me about it and let me pick out a color...like dark blue or something. She treats me like a fucking child and never lets me make my own decisions. She insists that she's always right and she knows what's best.
And don't even get me started with my sister Becca. She's rapidly becoming such an asshole... In front of crowds of people, she'll sit there and say, "Oh, I have a car now, and now that ARTIST is home, I'll get to drive her around." or ""ARTIST, if you ever need me to drive you into Queens, that's no problem. I'll just visit Michele on the way, just give me some notice, and we'll take a road trip." She brags to people how much she's 'going' to do for me and the things we're 'going' to do together. She makes promises and then almost always breaks them. I don't care if she doesn't do favors for me. I'm not asking for them, nor do I expect them. But don't promise me something, or offer to do something and then don't do it.
This time, Becca was just supposed to drive me to the LIRR when I was supposed to go and visit Toni and Lisa last weekend. We're talking about a ten minute ride. She's supposed to take me to the train station at 3:00 or 3:15. She calls me at 2:30 to tell me that something came up and she can't make it. Nice right? And it's not like this is the first time this has happened, or even the second or third. She does crap like this on a daily basis, and I'm sick of it. And I'm sick of not being treated like a goddamn adult who can decide for herself if she needs to recarpet her room or even dye her hair.
School can suck, but at least I go where I want, when I want, and I don't have to answer to anyone....Well, at least it's my last night...too bad it wasn't relaxing, but with my family, I'm not surprised.
Gotta go and pack now...
Phobia of the Day: Soteriophobia - Fear of dependence on others
Until my next ramble (or rant)
Artist
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