haircut day

Finally!

I scheduled an appointment with Peter almost five weeks ago and today is the day I get to see him. Peter is the only person who has ever cut my hair that has done it perfectly EVERY time. Well, at least since I because a totally anal, hair snob bitch who hates everyone's hair. He really is worth the price, the wait, and the drive out to Beverly Hills. Not to mention he just about the nicest and least pretentious person that walks the streets of aforementioned city.

Naturally I'm back on my long hair kick so he understands when I say "Please don't cut the bottom, I'm trying to grow it out." Instead of telling me "Well, it's uneven" or "The ends are dead," he simply says "Okay!" And REALLY doesn't touch the bottom. Already, a sign of a good hairstylist. He listens. Not to mention he takes his time and then styles my hair in about 15 minutes flat, including the blow-dry. A sign of an excellent cut. No multiple tools or products needed here, its all done with the scissors, folks.

At any rate, I'm looking forward to adding some shorter layers to lighten up the weight and to make it a bit easier to style. Not to mention something that looks good when I wake up and its a bit messy. Half the work is already done with it happens that way. I might play with the hair color just a teeny bit for my impending Vegas trip, but nothing too damaging or drastic since I plan on having it long again in a few months. Thank the Lord, for the one good gene he did give me; fast growing hair and lots of it.

Here's to all my hair dreams coming true today.

just tired

I'm not really sure how much longer I can do this school thing. At least with the math and science and moving forward with nursing. I normally try not to write about what's going on in school because I want to keep my life in nice, neat compartments. I don't like my food to touch, and I really don't like different aspects of my life spilling over into other activities. Since school at this particular juncture of my academic career is not especially joyful, I try not to think about it when I don't have to. And I certainly don't want to write about it when I'm trying to remain upbeat and positive about being in a situation that feels like its never going to end.

Unfortunately, school and this fucking physiology class are pushing me to the brink. The peas are in the cranberry sauce and I'm not really liking it. I have NEVER been more stressed in my life. You see, if I don't pass this class right here and now with at least a C grade, my whole life gets put on hold and I am screwed for another year. I can't wait anymore but I hate feeling as if my whole existence depends on one class. I am stressed to the point where I can't even get one concept straight in my head because I'm already freaking out about the forty other concepts I have to learn before three weeks are up and its time to test again.

I know its a roller coaster ride and I have to hang on, but at what expense? My health? My sanity? My self-worth and self-esteem? At the same time, if I don't do this and make it through, how do I look at myself in the mirror every day?

ready to rock

Since I've officially moved back to Los Angeles, I think I've done more shit in the last three months than I did the entire 5 or 6 years I lived here before I moved to Montana. I've busied myself with Nascar, Motorhead, trips to Vegas and lighter fare including outings with friends to the fair, The Red Lion Tavern and the movies.

I guess I don't have work to tire me out completely which also left zero time for things like cleaning and laundry so now I have more chances and the energy to be social. Now for Halloween I get to see Rob Zombie! A big "fuck you" to all those people out there that think Rob isn't cool, scary, metal, whatever. He fucking rules and I love it that I get to see him perform on Halloween. His movies are the funnest ones I've seen in a damn long time and each CD he releases is better than the last. Thanks to John for getting my ass in gear and buying the tickets otherwise I probably wouldn't be writing this right now!

I was thinking about dressing up but I'll wait until the last minute, of course. Also, I don't think I would be very comfortable walking around a fucking concert in a costume and trying to look cute while pounding beer and banging my head.

I have given in

I don't know if you could call it a submission as much as you could call it a move of necessity. You see, I only started a twitter account so I could follow my favorite nascar peeps. I was happy to find Denny Hamlin, Kenny Wallace and DeLana Harvick. Naturally I can only assume that it is actually them that is performing the actual tweet and not some personal assistant or some administrative type person at one of the sponsor companies. I guess in the long run, the internet isn't really real so who gives a shit anyway, right?

The plus side, (as if knowing what Denny is doing throughout the day isn't a plus enough), it's a good motivator for me to get my ass in gear. That way I actually have something to compare to what other people are accomplishing. I should be able to have something to tell the world, whether they're reading it or not, that I am doing this and thinking about that.

Get your ass in gear, Shelly Nick. Get it in fifth gear. And tweet about it.

reminding

I tried to post the other day but something happened and next thing I knew, there was HTML code all over my page. I just deleted it instead of trying to get everything back. Oh well, I didn't like that post anyway.

In the spirit of trying to get over my current stomach problems, let's write about all the cool shit that is yet to come! At the moment, I'm debating whether or not to buy a new pair of Frye boots to add to the collection. Yes, I have a boot collection and some boots get worn more than others while certain pairs don't get worn at all. But they're so cute, I need them and a good pair of boots will last you forever. Ask any cowboy.

Plus, Las Vegas is only three weeks away and that's always fun. If anything it gets me through certain boring times and gives me something to look forward to. I guess you could say that my life is measured by the intervals that are between Las Vegas trips. That's a pretty fair assessment. Weather permitting, I am looking forward to wearing boots and lots of leather. Sweaters and long sleeve, flowy shirts. A welcome departure from the sweating pits and black feet I get from wearing sandals in 114 degree heat all day.

Finally, I'm thoroughly enjoying be back in Los Angeles! I think I've done more this month than I did the whole two years before I moved to Montana. Motorhead, Nascar and lots of trips to the movies and the mall with Karia and John. Coming up, Rob Zombie and Halloween. And who wants to take me to see Frank Stallone? Anyone?

I need!

There's no better way to return to a blog than by naming the things I want most for the fall and winter! Of course, I am a shopping girl and not just for clothes. I love make-up, skincare, shoes and electronics. I must fit studying in there somewhere otherwise I don't feel worthy of rocking such awesome goods and wares.

One thing I am most excited about are the new Converse sneakers that I impulsively purchased with Ed at the mall. The gods must have known how great I would look in these because just as I passed the store, my head turned at just the right time and I caught sight of them. Tried on, bought and paid for in less than five minutes. It took me way longer than that to decide on which pair of Iron Maiden Vans I wanted to splurge on.

I can already picture lots of steps, strides and skips being made in these new zaps. I'm thinking leggings, sweatshirts, long tops of the plaid and jersey material type will be the perfect way to show off these babies. Nope, no long bootcut denim jeans will be covering these. Not if I can help it.


The other additions to my collection must include a leather jacket, any Kat Von D eyeshadow palette that isn't already in my makeup chest and a new pair of aviator sunglasses.