who does your hair?
today after work i went up to nordstroms. it was busy at work and my feet hurt and i was really tired (when i got home i slept for 3 hours), but i just needed to be downtown and around all these people. yesterday i walked all the way up to the grand bus because i couldn't stand the thought of walking home from the same stop down ogden. because walking around all these people and busy places makes the walk all the way up michigan seem like no big deal.but anyway, nordstroms. i wanted potbelly's but i wanted to eat it in a not potbelly's restaurant. i was in a weird mood today. work was busy and hectic so i needed something specific in my life around 2 o'clock this afternoon. anyway. this guy stopped me on the way to nordstroms asking, "who does your hair?" my first thought, haha. i get it i just got off work and i look like shit. haha. yeah go brush your teeth gritty mcgrossteeth. and i kinda kept walking because i thought he was one of those survey guys. but he's like, "nono you look fine. you look fine." then he proceeded to tell me about this salon that is doing some promotional thing where you get $350 in services for only $60. and it was apparently some way uppity salon too. the stuff they did weas like give you champagne and scalp massages and hair cuts and highlights and deals for your friends. shit like that. and he kept talking. and kept promoting. and i was tired. i wanted potbelly's.
it sounded cool. i mean, yeah, that all that attention would be fun. but then it was like, i don't want all this high maintenance shit done to my hair. i always get curious, i guess, of the women who come into cosi and are all fancy and i know they're rich. i get that way even about the rich girls at the art institute. i'm just so curious to see what it's like to live a life where i can ask my parents for any amount of money. this girl came in today, she was really pretty and had these purple highlights in her hair, which was jet black. darcel asked her where she got her hair done to which the girl replied, "marc jacobs." which equals like... a really expensive haircut.
so then i get this opportunity to satisfy my curiosity and i totally didn't want it. it's not me. it'd be fun to do, but then i'd feel too high maintenance. of my roommates, i'd say i take more time to get ready than they do, but even then it's not like it takes me four hours. i can be ready (i'm talking shower and everything) in less than 45 minutes. i like having sloppy hair and split ends. and i don't want my eyebrows waxed just because i'm getting such a deal on it. if i'm gonna do all that, it's gonna be for some important event. like, my wedding or someshit.
love, kate
posted by kate @ 7:58 PM
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