Onesie Twosie

I'm not going to blog about the Fourth of July because I didn't do anything that day. I watched the Boston Pops on tv, I didn't even go outside to watch locals set off fireworks (though there were many of them and the cats were horribly scared and shooting around the house in anxiety). This is a recap of the past two days, a "Onesie Twosie". Tuesday was a good day. I decided to venture out of the house and talk to some schools, specifically Chard Barton's School of Hair Design. I mention them previously as the school that accidentally left their doors unlocked. It was funny because he, Chad Barton, THANKED me for leaving the note and said he was about to call me (I believe him too; my note was on his phone). He then explained that you have to pull the door in in order for the lock to properly spin, and that the person who locked up was new and didn't know better. The had just started a new class, so everyone was in the back classroom learning how to use "shears" (he very specifically told me to not ever call them scissors because there is a large difference). We went over everything, from licensing qualifications, to what would actually BE on the license, classroom sizes, leeway with scheduling, tuition etc... In the end, it really seemed like the perfect school for me. Their focus is slowing down, taking your time, and being PRECISE. That's right y'all, PRECISION cutting. Not just hacking at random until it looks pretty. He gave me paperwork to look over and told me to get back to him whenever I'm ready to enroll. I'll most likely be starting in the beginning of September.
After this, I went to Barnes and Nobles to read for a while. It'd been a really long time since I'd been to one, so it was exciting to read n a foreign place. It was pretty cool actually because the Starbuck's was up on this stage-type thing and you had to walk up about five-ten stairs to get to it. I stayed there for an hour or so reading some book about Marilyn Monroe (though, to be honest, once you've read one Marilyn Monroe book, you've basically read them all). I also texted my mother for a while and talked about various things. She's shipping me a box of stuff so we've been discussing the contents of it for the past week. I feel bad because it's kind of expensive to ship things like that, but I'm 1,000 miles away (literally!!) so we don't have much of an option.
Another fun event of Tuesday was going and testing out this yoga studio, Cadence Yoga. It was definitely a good move because the instructor was CREATIVE with her routine. it was like any routine I had ever done before. She put things in orders that I didn't realize was possible, which actually made me have to stop and watch other people for a minute to figure out how to get from point A to point B. I bought a month membership and I'm going back today. It felt GREAT to be sore. I feel like that's a weird thing to say, but it really did! I took Wednesday off as a day of rest for my muscles, but I'm ready to go back today and rip them up again. THIS time, I'm going to bring water though. I forgot last time and felt disgustingly dehydrated when I left. It prompted me to run and buy McDonald's sweet tea immediately after getting out of the class. For the record, this is literally the only place in Oklahoma to get REAL sweet tea. Nobody else outs NEARLY enough sugar in it.
Wednesday wasn't that exciting. I signed paperwork for Sak's and then went home and read all day. The main exciting thing was TOMMY, my lovely cousin, coming home. We ordered pizza and baked a cake for his birthday. It was pretty groovy.

No more countdowns. This is life.

I'm going to cut to the point on this one, because I honestly didn't do anything all morning. Eventually my aunt told me to go out and find some kind of festivities because there's bound to be SOMETHING the day before Independence Day. I googled around and found out that the OKC Philharmonic was having a free concert in Bricktown. I left at about five and was approximately three hours early for the concert, so I asked some random dudes to point me in the direction of something interesting. I then went walking, saw some cool sculptures, but it was hot and i grew tired pretty quickly. I saw an ice cream place, either marble Slab or Cold Stone, I can't remember which, and went inside. It was lovely, all of that air conditioning and the cold treats. I hate the heat, I'd rather layer and wear jackets. So I ordered some black cherry ice cream, and went on about my day. Pretty quickly I came to the conclusion that there was no way I was going to be able to eat off of my ice cream, it just wasn't going to happen. I know this because I NEVER can finish my ice cream, I always share with somebody else. I'm a small girl, I don't eat that much. This lead to me moping around Bricktown being unhappy because I had almost a full cup of ice cream and I really didn't want ti eat it, but I kept forcing it down because I paid five dollars for it and there was no going back. So I walked, eating this ice cream, glaring at this ice cream, hating this ice cream more and more with every bite. Eventually, I sat down in the shade against a random building next to a parking lot and started crying. I had absolutely nobody within 1,000 miles(literally) to share ice cream with. my aunt doesn't even like ice cream so if she has been there, I would've been on my own. It really hit me that I was 110% alone. Eventually, the parking attendant came up to me and asked me if I was okay. I had stopped crying by then, but started again once I explained to him why I was upset in the first place. My ice cream, or what was left of it, was melted into pink sugary soup. He gave me a hug and I followed him towards the entrance to the parking lot so that he could actually do his job. I sat and talked with him for a while: His name was Matt, he is twenty nine, and had moved here from Las Vegas about a month ago. It's funny because my aunt was right: the only people that would branch out to be my friend are other people that aren't from here. He was cool I guess, but it was obvious we didn't have a lot in common. His main pastimes were drinking and taking his dog for walks. And also arguing with his grandmother apparently. My main pastimes are drawing/painting, reading, baking, and actually doing productive things with my life. Eventually, he was off of work and leaving, and I was ready to just give up and go home, so we parted ways. I didn't even stay for the concert. The massive crowd of people was too big for me to handle and I was hot from walking around in jeans all day. I went home and told my aunt everything. To make things happier, we went to IHOP and got some dinner at about ten. It was nice since we got to sit and talk about things and laugh about old stories etc. All in all, I learned today that I'm not as much of a loner as I thought I was. I need something, someone, SOME distraction to get me through July, I just don't know what.

Day Seven: We'll call this one "Chasing Pavements"

I craved salt. We'll start with that. I craved salt all of day Seven, and there are not enough pickles in the world to save me. I've been a bit dizzy, so I think I'll be increasing my sodium intake by 110%. Low sodium levels=low blood sugar, and my body has a hard time retaining sodium, even though I eat salt aalll the time. Now, on from the complications of my innereds...
I received an e-mail from Chad Barton's School of Hair to come and tour at "any time", specifically saying (or so I thought) that they were on the premises that day, so I figured it'd be a good Saturday activity to venture over there and see what's up. This is when things started getting way too complicated: I went to program the address into the gps so that I could get there without having to cry, but the device failed to recognize the "I-35 Service road" that the school is located on. I thought to myself, "Hey! I've been here a week! I've driven on the I-35 service road before! This will absolutely not be a problem because I am Geographically gifted naturally and I can find ANYTHING". Yeah? WRONG! This drive that should have taken me 10-15 minutes TOPS ended up taking me an HOUR AND A HALF!! I drove down SO many roads that I didn't know, including multiple random interstates, and eventually stopped at a gas station for directions. As luck would have it, all I had to do was drive about three exits south, then get on the service road and find it. This is what sucks about people in Oklahoma: They have no North to South concept. The roads run from East to West, so they don't actually use the words "North" and "South", they POINT. The problem with POINTING is that it's really easy to POINT NORTH instead of SOUTH. Luckily, I'm a smart cookie and I know that Oklahoma City is north of Moore, which is where the school is located. So I headed SOUTH three exits on I-35, which MIRACULOUSLY took me to where I needed to be!
Now, my excitement was uncontrollable; you all know how high energy I can be sometimes. I jumped out of the car and scurried over to the door, only to find a sign that says, "School will be Closed on July 2-4 for the holiday weekend". WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!@?!?!?!??!?!?!??!?@??!?!?!?!? I decided to try the door just in case, and it actually opened! I walked inside to see who was there to answer a few of my questions, but there WASN'T anybody. I walk around a little, say," Hellooooo???" a few times, but there really wasn't anybody there. The cash register was open and emptied of it's inhabitants, but all other valuables where out in the open. I wrote a lengthy note telling them that they should really lock their door, and also call me when they get in because I want to enroll!
After this, I meandered around and found a cool second hand shop called "Daisy Exchange" and bought some work appropriate clothing. I'm probably going to be returning to there regularly because it's right next to the hair school, so YAY! There were a lot of ugly people and screaming children, but I learned that there are in fact teenagers in Oklahoma! I hadn't seen any until this point, or anyone in their twenties either, so I was jazzed. After that, I drove around for a while until I managed to find someplace to eat, and bought my aunt some food as well.
The rest of my day was spent reading and working out, I maybe ate something but I don't remember. blalalalalalnlbllbllaahhh

Day Six: Productivity.

Friday was a day of rest, but I still managed to accomplish a lot. I baked bread for the first time in about three-four years, cleaned some, read some. Most of my day was spent passed out on the couch due to some unruly Benadryl trying to keep me down. Obviously, the Benadryl won, I slept from two until seven. The rest of the day was spent watching the news with my aunt. The bread was really, badass by the way, and we had cheese ravioli for dinner so it worked out nicely. idk, I'm disorganized with the thoughts today.

Day Five: I'M A WINNER!!!

Day five is probably the best day I've had here so far, aside from a few technicalities. The morning went like this: Awaken at eight by the obnoxiously loud and disturbing sound of my alarm (I have a special alarm for people with hearing disabilities and it not only RUPTURES withing sound, but also has a bed shaker so it shakes and screams you awake)to drive my aunt to a doctor's appointment. I'm still getting used to driving in a different state, especially with other people in the car, so there were a few mishaps on the way. The thing about Oklahoma is that they're really obnoxious with their stop signs and service roads. They put stop signs randomly in the middle of roads, and service roads line basically every interstate. I could deal with this is I was using a gps, but when I'm taking verbal directions, trying to pay attention to many factors at once, it gets super confusing super fast. That, and my aunt yelled at me to run a yellow light and I started crying, but that isn't important. ANYWAYS, As she was getting checked up, I googled vintage shops and random things that are in the area, finding that there are a substantial amount of second hand stores in a two mile radius of my current position. I took addresses and vowed to go back to them at a later time.
After the appointment, we decided to go out to eat. She had been fasting since nine the night before, and we were both getting dizzy. Personally I'm not sure why I was so dizzy yesterday, but the symptoms persisted on and off the whole day. We went to chili's (for breakfast!) and ate wwaaayyyy too much. We went home eventually, and I started working on looking for a good cosmetology school that doesn't cost $15,000+ in a nearby area. I found a couple to ask for information from, and one that's only about five miles from my house that looks REALLY nice (tuition, license, and kit=$7,000!)
As I was rocking out to Indian music and googling things, I missed a phone call from my beloved Ska's Fifth Avenue off 5th. As soon as I got the voicemail asking for me to call them, I KNEW I had it. I called them back, and sure enough, they offered me the job! I'll mainly be the on call at first, which works for me because I'm going to be starting school this fall, but they also said that they think I have a lot of drive and promise and that they see me easily moving up in the company. I go in to sign paperwork on Wednesday, and orientation is July 16-17! I'm so happy that I'm going to get to do something so exciting and memorable on my birthday (July 16th). The best thing is the $.50 raise that I'm getting from my last job, and the fabulous opportunity to be the starting crew to a store that I know I'll love working at. My shoe collection is going to be so fabulous!!!
To close out the day, I danced excitedly around the house for a while, hung out with my aunt, and had cuddle time with Uggie, her super scaredy cat that is afraid of everyone. The story behind Uggie: My aunt likes to save lives (she IS an RN, after all), and when she found this poor baby, his head was a bloodied mess, half of his tail had been cut off, and he was cross-eyed from some kind of head trauma. They didn't think he was going to last, so they just called him Ugly Cat, which after he was healed changed to Ug or Uggie. He's still cross-eyed and half tailed, but aside from that he is an absolutely beautiful, black, fat, and loving cat. This cat is my new best friend here as I empathize with his life struggle and feel the need to smother him with love and affection. My cousin apparently just recently has been able to pet this cat, and on day Four I managed to get him to voluntarily jump up on the couch and lay with me. I guess it's just another way that I'M A WINNER!