I had to go to Cuesta today (and then realized that it was Friday and facepalmed because 3/4ths of the school is gone so I went for nothing.) SO I WENT OUT OF MY WAY TO TAKE THIS PICTURE. Memories. Anyway, I had to go to my old high school to talk to the Career Office… dude, Ms. Ayotte loves me. All the kids there look 12. I’m just like “Oh my God, I may say that I look 14 but you all actually ARE 14!!” Though I dreaded it, it is actually nice being back home.
Yesterday afternoon I got a much needed, about two month overdue, haircut.
Back in high school I was, I guess you (haha, or my bitch ass best friends) could say that I was a little “crazy” about my hair. I carried around two different brushes in my bag, and made sure to groom at different intervals of the day. All that jazz.
Normally, I always get my hair cut at the Supercuts in SLO. I like repetition, I like order, I like consistency. But I don’t like looking at myself in the mirror for extensive amounts of time. I don’t even look at myself when I brush my teeth… I sit on the toilet cover and chill. THE ONLY TIME I LOOK AT MYSELF IS WHEN I BRUSH MY HAIR.
But I walk in for the haircut, and I end up getting this Asian lady. She looked kind of scary, and I was like “Ok, guess I’m just gonna stay quiet…like usual.” When she started washing my hair she commented on my dandruff level and I’m getting all defensive, so I say “Well, it’s been pretty hot in San Jose lately, and I ran out of leave-in moisturizer, and the water quality kind of sucks…” She continues to wash my hair, and awkward fills the air.
AND THEN SHE ASKS ME IF I CAME HERE WITH MY PARENTS. I TWITCH AND EYEBROW AND MEEKLY SAY:
“Uhh…I drove here.”
She pauses, and then I continue, “Yeah, I… turned nineteen last month.”
AND THEN I SMILE AND SHE STARTS LAUGHING AND SHE SAID THAT I LOOKED LIKE I WAS IN JUNIOR HIGH AND THAT I CAME WITH MY PARENTS TO GET MY HAIRCUT AND I START LAUGHING WITH HER.
So I’m in this perpetual state of smiling while she’s adding conditioner and she comments how she is so embarrassed but that I will like how people will call me young when I’m older. From an awkward start, it was probably one of the best haircuts there that I have ever had.
Moral: Shalica is adorable and looks like a young’in and doesn’t get weirded out when people mistake her age anymore. She laughs with it, he accepts it, she needs to stop typing in third person.