Marie Davis

So today I might finally manage to test out my "acting" theory. I woke up and was royally pissed at my boyfriend (not something I'd like to into detail about) but then this morning he was acting adorable, and I couldn't be mad at him anymore. I was still angry, it just wasn't directed at him any longer.

Has to go to school anyway, need those hours, need to finish so I can get out there and find a real job. So I told myself I would pretend I wasn't angry, I would pretend to be in a good mood, and maybe it would actually cheer me up, or at the very least it would keep everyone else from realizing how upset I was. :)

So far, its working. I actually feel better, I guess we'll see how far that goes.

Judging We Have Heard on High

I know its been a while since I've written, things get crazy, same old, same old. Things have changed quite a bit here. Lost some old friends, made some new ones, figure I might as well worry more about connections than personal relationships because I'm so bad at the latter.

My purpose in writing today is to express how awkward this place can be for someone like me. I believe thats what this was originally about. In the book today it was discussing clients who don't know how to use a blow dryer. So my teacher went on and on about how, unbelievable as it is, sometimes in the salon you'll run into clients that don't own one! Oh lawd! Can you imagine! The sacrilege!

Frankly, I can't wait to move up the next class and get away from this woman. I want to learn something useful. I want to go to class without being judged. I want to be taught by someone who knows what they're doing and who doesn't insist that we learn to style hair just like hers. Get over yourself, please.