No. 178

Getting my hair done. Realized some girls are so vapid, well this one girl, she was a cross of Road Rules Ellen and Daria's Asian chick.

Ok, so while getting my haircut and what I will call "extreme foil." I enjoyed it, but while I was relaxing and waiting for the bleach to settle, the girl getting her hair washed was next to me. Ok, first off, there is a resident hottie there, he's hott, tall, dark, handsom, could have nice abs, decent bod and probably a few hidden tatoos, but the fact is that he is GAY, PERIOD. This girl is yakking her head off, and not in that to let you know type of voice, but it's one of those voices that ends with a squeakiness and the whole convo is about her and the nothingness that surrounds her including many likes as well as I CAN'T BELIEVE blah blah blah right. So, the gay guy's just shampooing away, and she's like in BEVERLY HILLS, I went to this salon blah blah blah and I was like NO, that's NOT HOW you do it. So, she was making this big something about some place in Beverly Hills. Yes, we live in the Suburbs of Seattle, do you have to say Beverly Hills in such a loud voice and shit. God, it was so annoying. My stylist has an assistant, so my hair takes longer to dry, normally they both dry my hair, which is quicker. I always flip my hair out for that sixties-esque look with the Farah do, but less fluffy on top deal. She saw my flipping I guess, and asked the guy to flip too. She was Asian, a little stick, and could totally be seen in one of those black Hondas on her Hello Kitty cell screeching at her bf saying why the hell you didn't call me last night you ass type of girl. She was not a diva, but more as of a whiny twit. I wouldn't even call her a bitch either, she didn't get all frontal, but it was just her attitude. AND, the whole time I looked over, since I was getting blow dried, I just happened to be staring at her chair, the WHOLE TIME, she was talking, wait, she was yakking. The poor hottie probably was like,after her, I WILL NEED A BREATHER and a CIG. I felt sorry for him, he's really hot, like model-esque hot, but god, I felt sorry for him. She acted like "I'm so cool, because I get my hair done right across from the Hyatt blah blah blah thinking she's all that." Annoying, and she was totally one of those Taiwanese turned American girls. She had those annoying shoes that the Taiwanese don't know how to walk it. They're damn annoying. I also realized that all the girls at the Salon are hos' except one lady, but wants to be probably, and all the men are gay, except my stylist, it's quite odd too, but I mean, they're always going to be those people who like to hang around gay guys.

Boys, Men, Guys, whatever you want to call them.

So, you know most girls have that "what I want in a gay list" that goes on and on. I realized either I have really high expectations or none at all. Well, in forms of body type, sure there are the hotties who are tall, dark, and handsome, but sometimes, I little pudginess is kinda cute, it makes them look like a little cub, can for some strange reason, I dig it. I also dig that sleek look, which makes no sense, because i'm not sleek. I think I dig that look is because I secretly want to be like that, that's the reason why. Clothes are big, if a man does not know how to dress himself I either feel for him and want to buy him stuff, or either I feel, god he's so cute. No man should wear pink, but some really burly guys can pull it off and still look cute. I just don't understand it, i'm so mixed. Vu, my stylist was wearing coral pants, that to me is such a no no, but I guess they looked better than a coral tee shirt right? Anyways, he gets a pedicure, isn't that sad?

Tiffany Goddness

At the Obadiah Salon, there's this girl, totally into Tiffany's. She has some great pieces. She also has a new car, a Z3. I know, way to go girl. She started as an assistant at Obadiah and now works there. Congrats on her, she's kinda pudgy like me. I wish I could be her, I mean, she's got money and enjoys what she does. What me, i'm greedy and plan to be a lawyer so I can make 500 bucks an hour so I can buy what, more shit. Ok, some girls are all about planning the wedding and what dress blah blah right, well i've never really thought about it. Nothing big, it's one day, whatever, I want that big deal, but it's just not as important, i'm not about ME, i'm more about others. I really enjoy the limelight. So, I realized that I will have an SUV, a convo, for all you guys who don't know the talk, convertible, and I will have a sedan. Does that sound sensible enough? First off, will get convo, then will settle for SUV or sedan, whatever's cheaper, but then will get last, probably when married. I also realized, I enjoy the look of the Range Rover although i've been very perchant about the Benz ML, totally different price, don't know what to do. See, i'm that type of person who is like who ever though of the thing first, will stay with that brand. Range Rover is all about the SUVs, Benz is about sedans, Convo is leaning both ways of Benz and BMW.

PEEVED

Yesterday at Banana Republic, saw some teenager, more like lower teenager carrying one of those monogramed Coach bags. PULEEZE PEOPLE, if you want to buy monogram, go to Gucci and get the real think. They're the ones that started it, and you think you'd be loyal and buy from them. Seriously, it annoys me whole Coach, even Nine West is doing it now, monograming their bags, ugh. It's a pet peeve, if you can't afford the real deal, don't buy it at ALL.

Mall Rat

I went to the mall three days in a row. I'm swearing off the mall. I think the only thing that keeps me sane is the piano playing and book reading I do. Everything else is completely frivolous and I LOVE IT, but I feel vain sometimes. Does everyone feel vain, or is it just me? Not vain, but more like a bubble head maybe? I don't know the words, but i'm sure it's expressed in my writing. Anyways, off to work out-sorta, gotta do abs right?