It is a Saturday morning at 9 am and I’m up. WTF. I am up. First off that is supa weird. Second off, all of my roommates (well Cait is out of town) are up to. One has work, one has work in a lab for a thesis and the other is doing spring cleaning. (Whatever that means.)
My personality has always been kind of nuts and chaotic. I am not normal. I am not average. I’m different. I’m crazy. I’m creative. I love expressing myself in any way possible which is why I love advertising. I love fashion. I love all forms of creative expression. This means I need to put my “money” or my “words” where my mouth is. If I claim to be like this, I need to actually be like this, and not just through my hipster attire and skinny purple pants that I love.
I decided that I really need to write this post, however. This is because I am doing something extremely scary next Saturday at approximately 4 pm.
I AM GETTING EXTENSIONS. This is a big, huge day for me. The reason is that in all 22 years of my life, I have never (well for the last 12 years) worn my hair down and CURLY. I have always straightened it. I am getting these extensions as a way of going back to my curls. My mom was super weary at first but she has always wanted me to go back to being curly so I finally got her to accept it.I am going to the cutest salon EVER Rebelle, and the girl Lindsay is really good.
I am going curly again. This is such a big deal. I want to look like a combo of these fine ladies:
A lot of people aren’t going to recognize me and will be shocked but I am so so excited to show the world who I am really am and to be proud of that. I am a curly haired girl. Always have been, always will be and it is time the world sees it and knows it.
I am going to look rock star. Fresh. Different.
