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The side effects of prom hair


Now that I am revived and on a normal sleep schedule, I am back again to blog :). Not much has happened since Sunday night, it’s been great haha! Monday morning I slept until 10, I love saying that. It was so “not productive”. I needed it. I had high school in the afternoon, of course. That was a snooze.. Same people, same place, different work sheet, different chapter. I think the shorter amount of time I’m at school for, the longer it seems. My eyes move to the clock on the wall almost the instant I sit down. Tuesday, Andrew had an eye appointment in Utica. It was at 9 and since Utica has a mall I went along for the trip ;). I had some skirts to return and I had Victoria’s Secret free panty coupons. On the way back, we stopped for lunch. I was so incredibly full as we drove home, I couldn’t possibly function enough to go to school. I mean it’s a bore as it is, but throw in a full stomach and a crazy sleep schedule from 2 nights before? No thank you. Some how some way I convinced my mother that I can make up any work I miss in less than an hour, which is practically true, and she let me stay home. I don’t know why Andrew got to stay too, but I think it was an all or nothing deal. My parents were preoccupied with the new Realtor, they’ve changed the price on our house AGAIN and are insisting we will have a sale in 30 days. I hope they’re right, but I can’t help but feel they’re being completely unrealistic. I don’t know why anyone would want to move here, with the crappy schools and the small town bull. I love our house, that isn’t the issue at all… I just think I would be scared to move to a town where half the houses in it are for sale.

Today I was much more productive than my last 2 days, and it’s already 12 oclock. Ogg (my baby brother) has the nerve to wake me up at 8, and I’ve been going ever since. My mom has been packing stuff in boxes, I made an 8 page list of all the stuff I am going to need for college.. but I just realized I forgot to put an iHome on there so maybe the list will get longer.  I set up my debit card so I can check the amount on it through an app on my phone, I set up a savings account *GASP*, I got myself looking put together and fabulous in my new Ann Taylor patchwork blazer, and even breathed every once in a while. The only thing I wish I could’ve done but didn’t?? Gotten rid of prom hair.

I believe prom hair is a real thing. I’ve washed my hair like 20 times since prom and it won’t go back to it’s original form. I blew it dry, straightened it.. used conditioner, didn’t use conditioner, tried 3 different shampoos, and scrubbed with my fingers. Nothing is working. I cannot get the bottle of hairspray out of my hair. At least I can say that bottle of hairspray was worth it, my hair looked great.. but the aftermath? Is gross! I feel like I can’t get my hair completely clean. This was another reason I was excused from attending highschool yesterday afternoon.

I looked up some ideas online for curing said prom hair and I’ve decided because lemon juice didn’t work last year and I’m out of carbonated water (2 methods) I might need to try Apple Cider Vinegar. *BLAHHH*

Cue the gagging noise.

I hate apple cider vinegar. Just the 3 words next to each other sound repulsive. I can’t be on the 1st floor of the house when my parents decide to clean the coffee maker with it, and I refuse to gargle with vinegar of any type when my throat is sore.. but that’s how bad my hair is. My roots are growing in -already- and I don’t need to draw any more attention to that with additional hair spray and grease. UGHHHH.

If anyone has any brilliant ideas, I may pay the $15 and get a macadamia mask and renewal hair treatment on Saturday.

Pretty soon I’ll have sunk $300 dollars into this head of mine. Smh.

Allison

Sometimes I feel like Marilyn Monroe.


It’s almost like anticipating my homework is so much worse than doing it.

I woke up this morning, missed mass at 9 initially so I went to 11, and felt a storm of stress pressing down on me. I let it ruin my day, and sure 90% of my day was filled with homework, but I survived didn’t I?

And I got done more than I expected. Remember that To-do list I posted a few blogs back? Well if you don’t, I suggest you subscribe so that you never miss a beat ;), but I made a dent in that list! *applause*

And now you know what I am making a dent in? Cookies and Cream icecream.

It’s phenominal. Don’t judge me.

My molar? Cap thing? Fell out. And I’ve had a stuffed face (sinuses, nose, and ears haha) for the last what seems like an eternity, so this ice cream feels heavenly and I just had an epiphany. I can actually taste it.

It’s 9:17! I am in AWE to say that it is a high possibility I will not be studying for my business organization quiz (I’ve given up honestly) and will be in bed before nine. After I’m done blabbering about my life and playing Marilyn Monroe by Nicki Minaj  (it’s so good. so easy to relate to, which says a lot from a non-rapp loving preppy)  for the 10th time in a row I believe I am going to move on with my brilliant ideas for fashion camp and gawk at all things glittery on Oriental Trading.

These 9-11 year olds are going to be the most fashionable girls since I was their age.

I’m the one on the end, just in case you’re blind (: and oh, I was in my prime during this photo. Nine and as naive as they come. I’ll take that back any day.

Anybody want to trade? Ask your kids. The only thing I would like is to be allowed to pick out my own clothes. I was never big on someone forcing me into overalls (my mother wasn’t exactly as blessed in the naturally gifted style department as I am…) and I still wouldn’t be.

I do like the pre-matched sets you can buy at Ralph Lauren for girls though.

Very preppy.

Just a note. (;

This photo from Ralph Lauren is how cute I THOUGHT I looked in my roses dress.

Little did I know I would look back on all of my younger wardrobe and not feel the same love. I’m learning with age though, 1/3rd of my wardrobe is absolutely classy.

The other 2/3rds? Are perfect when mixed with the other third but if I was honestly completely happy with my wardrobe, why would I still be making mall trips?

It’s simply coincidental that the fabulous third is all my hand wash and delicates.

Thank God I’m not going away to college. My mother is a wonderful person for addressing those.

(insert imaginary photo of her here, she hates pictures :()

Love you all, almost as much as her.

Allison

Call it a curse, or just call me blessed. If you can’t handle my worst, you aint getting my best. Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt.