I'm starting to make this fantastic habit of waking up, making my bed, drinking orange juice, exercising, showering, and then blogging about the past day. I get all of the large things done by eleven and then I have more than enough day to do anything else I want/need to do. After completing my morning routine, and spending a good amount of time slacking online, I embarked on a journey to visit imagine- Paul Mitchell in Norman, Oklahoma. For some reason, everyone here thinks that ten-twenty miles of driving is really far, but it's really five-ten minutes to everything. So we'll call this a mini journey, a slight exploration.
When I first made my appointment to tour the school, I had told them Tuesday at Three P.M., but the day before I got an email from them saying that my appointment was at noon instead. Being me, I'd much rather be ridiculously early than ridiculously late, so I showed up at exactly 11:50. Of course, I was on the list for three o'clock, but they told me that if I waited for ten minutes that I'd be able to take my tour then (which means exactly at noon, isn't that funny?) I was greeted by a highly excitable blonde woman that was there to tell me ALL ABOUT HOW BAD ASS THEY ARE BECAUSE OF POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT! I will admit, the facility was gorgeous, there is no denying that, and everyone there really looked like they wanted to be there. I mean, they must REALLY want to be there if they're willing to fork out $15,000+ just to get licensed. Put now the question is pending: Am I really that willing to fork out $15,000+ just to get licensed? Does it really matter that much to be able to say some fancy name when people ask you where you went to school?
Fore-mentioned William Keohane brought up the point to me that regardless of where you go, it's not just about "beauty school", but the education afterwards that makes you into a great stylist. Nobody is going to be born straight into the beauty world an automatic badass, pulling off super awesome precision cuts and edgy shit out of nowhere. You, not matter what, have to have follow up education to fine tune your skills. So now it's a REAL question: Is the name worth $15,000+, or is it better to make your own name? I know which direction I'm leaning, but there is still a lot for me to contemplate.
After leaving the school with a head full of options, I decided to get my very first library card in a different state. The day before I had written down the names and addresses to libraries in my surrounding already, so I got out the trusty gps and typed in the one that was for Norman. I must pause and tell you, I really like Norman. They're this random cultural hub with art fairs and festivals and random go and do-s all the time. I will probably be posting about a lot more extensive adventures in this town. ANYWAYS, The library was only three minutes or so away, and is a straight shot to my house as well. SO I'm following the lefts and rights of the gps until I get to a certain right that should be my last stop, but it is one street before where I needed to turn. Normally, I'd be like, "Hey no biggie! I can just cut across some back road and get where I need to be". Here's the problem with that: I turned right onto a one way road STRAIGHT INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC!!!! At first i was like, "what the fuck? This doesn't make any sense!" Until I remembered that I had just been on a one way road the other way. What's up with me thinking of parts instead of wholes?? THEN I was like "HOLY SHIT I'M DRIVING INTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC!!!!!!!!!". As fast as I could, I swerved away from the car directly in front of me and pulled into a parking lot. I am STILL thanking God that the street wasn't as busy as the other one way street; there were only about three cars in view, and the road is pretty long. I'm also pretty thankful that there weren't any cops there to give me some huge ticket for being a dumb ass and not being able to follow really clear gps instructions.
Luckily, the library was basically right in front of me, so I quickly entered the parking lot and parked. Walking inside, it reminded me a lot of the library at home, just bigger. The blue signs hanging from the ceiling were a dead ringer for the ones in the Main Branch in St. Augustine. I walked up to the librarian and said, "Hey, I've lived here for about three days now, and I'm completely out of things to read. Could you possibly help a brother out?". She looked at me like I had just asked her to hold my cat as I skinned it, so I said, "I mean, I need a library card. If that's cool." She directed me to the blue application forms, which I promptly filled out, and then they got me set up. Since I have a Florida license and no proof of residency currently, they told me that they'd mail me my card, but I could check out two books that day. The coolest thing about this library is how freakishly high tech it is. You get two cards: One for your wallet, one for your key chain. You can also go online and log in with your card to see what books you have, how long you've had them, when you need to return them, request new books, and keep up to date on community events. How seriously cool is that? There are a couple other things that are lost in my current memory lapse, but I'm pretty sure you get the point. my first two books were: "Classic Feynman" which is the literary version of speeches give by the famed physicist (he worked on the atomic bomb, yo), and a book of post 9/11 political plays, which I checked out solely because I had never heard of anything like that before.
After returning home, I ate some food and chilled with my aunt, read for a while, and of course passed out on the couch. Upon waking, I decided to start applying for financial aid, which I promise you is something you never want to do ever. It lead to a really nice mini breakdown though, which Viktor managed to cure pretty quickly with this quote: You have within you all your true friends. The ones that really care about you. Let them give you the strength to move forward and never feel lost and without a destination. Your path in life is made every single day and at every single second. Don't think that you have to define yourself and know who you are to know what you want and where you're going. What you are and where you are going is shown to you at every single thought you have and at every new desire and with every new friend. You are what you experience everyday. and that's why you'll always have a chance to start again.
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