Sorry for the Hiatus. Break has been busy. Home with the family, Christmas, more family, etc. But do I have a great day to share.

So for Christmas, my grandmother got me a gift card to this Spa/Salon place for a “general day of wellness” which included a lunch, haircut, makeup, and manicure/pedicure. Now, this really isn’t me, but my grandma decided I needed a day to pamper myself since I “work so hard at school” and am such a “poor college student.” Granted, the package cost a good $230. I can’t believe people spend that kind of money to get this stuff done…often!

But My day started with a delicious lunch. And my delicious lunch, I mean a salad with a slice of cantaloupe and a roll of bread. For drinks I had a glass of ice water with a small glass of cranberry juice. Now, it was delicious. I can’t complain. And after looking at the tag, the lunch was free. Even better!

The weird part was what I got to do while eating. They walked me into this back room where these four women who were already eating, were discussing the difference between serums and creams. At this point, I realized I do not belong in this place. Then I am told I have an hour to eat my lunch before my hair appointment. I finished lunch in about 20 minutes. So for the rest of the time I sat in this little room, listening to their Enya playing overhead and watching the flame on the candle on the table flicker. It was actually kind of relaxing while I was in the room alone.

Of course this was ruined when these two larger black women came in. They were discussing how they were trying to drop their weights to “120lb” and “155lb.” Me and my petite little “115lb” self pretty much just sat in the corner listening to them discuss their diet and exercise habits. They drink *GASP* 6 glasses of 8oz of water. Oh My! So much water! And then they started talking about their “personal trainers.” Again, realizing I did not belong in this place.

Eventually, I left the little lunch room to get my hair cut. But not before seeing a large, buff, Swedish looking man with a pony tail. YES! This made my day actually. I always thought it was just a stereotype, but uh, I guess not.

The hair cut was fine, except for the lady that shampooed my hair. It was this older woman who washed my hair like she had a vendetta against it. She didn’t let up either, I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a little bruising. Geeze. Next time you see a “sweet-looking old lady” if she gets anywhere near your hair with shampoo, be afraid. Be very afraid.

My hair turned out really nice. I like it a lot. wee!

Next was makeup. I had the blondest woman ever. She didn’t like a day over 23, and she commented that she had two little girls. And I knew I was in trouble when I saw how much make up SHE had on, and when she told me she just throws a little bit on in the mornings.

Well, i couldn’t see what she was doing the whole time, but she kept complementing her work with “Oh that looks so good!” or “Oh, beautiful!” And then the other girls that worked at the make-up counter kept walking by and saying “Oh she has such beautiful eyes!” or “Great job! She looks gorgeous!”

So by this point, I’m feeling okay. I mean, I feel like it’s getting a bit overdone, but everyone else says it’s pretty! When she shows me the mirror, I almost fell out of the chair. I mean, my eyes looked great. But I had this really pink lip stuff on, and really overdone foundation, and I just wanted to run and find a wash cloth. Now granted, I probably looked really good. But since I never wear this much makeup, I felt so overdone. But I had to admit, My eyes looked pretty damn hot. I need to learn how to do that.

My next “treatment” was a manicure. Best manicure I’ve ever had (out of what, 3? but still.) The lady that did it was really nice too. She had a really interesting accent.

Of course before I actually had the manicure, while I was waiting for them to call my name, I ended up talking to this woman in the waiting area. She essentially filled me in on her life story, about how her first husband died, and she met someone else, and they have been together for 5 years, but aren’t married, etc. The thing that struck me funny was when she said she cleans houses for a living. No, she wasn’t Mexican. But honestly, why would a woman that cleans houses for a living get her nails done? She even said the minute she puts her hands in the chemicals, it ruins it. *cough*waste of money*cough*

Next was the pedicure. Now, I am not a high-end, ritzy, spoiled girl. I love my sports, beer, and sweats. But oh my god. Pedicures are the most amazing thing ever. *girly moment* Basically I got to sit in this big comfy chair, have my feet rubbed and cared for, and my nails painted, and got to read a magazine. And it felt so nice. But if you have really ticklish feet, I don’t so much recommend it. I thought the filing of the nails tickled a little myself.

But all in all, I left feeling pretty good, and I suppose I was relaxed. Thought, more than anything, I just wanted them to hurry everything up so I could get home to do… nothing? Pretty much. That tells you what kind of life I lead. Fast paced all the time.

I want to thank my grandma for the excellent gift. I wouldn’t mind if she gave that to me again next year. A little pampering is nice every once in a while.

Merry Christmas

I don’t actually have anything to write about. I’m just supremely bored at the moment. So I thought I would do a tribute post to my favorite animal – the llama.

The llama (Lama glama) is a large camelid that originated in North America and then later on moved on to South America. (They were ours first!) They were used as a system of transportation for the Incas. (More Information**)

 And according to Llamas in the UK  - “Llamas can also be selected to offer effective protection against predators.” So that bully down the street? Psh, get yourself a feisty llama and you wont have to worry about him stealing your lunch money anymore!

 And along my random llama searching through google, I came across a few EXCELLENT sites.

The Llama Song

The Naked Dancing Llama which also has a Llama FORUM! I’m totally a member, you should join. We’ll frolic along the grassy fields of the internet together, grazing and sleeping, with the occasional spitting at pesky children who try to touch are faces. We of course don’t like that.

LlamaWeb which is really just more informational than anything. But you can take quizzes and vote for the cutest baby! And you KNOW, you were not as cute as a baby llama when you were born. Face it, you just weren’t.

Now for some llama pictures because they are soooooo cute!

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*Do not fear the llama. Love the llama. Do not touch the llama. Praise the llama. Do not offend the llama. The llama will spit.

**thank you wikipedia for being amazing as usual. And providing me with information I can’t actually trust, but looks valid enough.

***A TRUE work or art. I need a poster of this for my wall.

Colorful, but unpicked.

You are The Wild Rose.

Prone to bouts of cynicism, sarcasm, and thorns, you excite a certain kind of man. Hoping to gather you up, he flirts and winks and asks you out, ultimately professing his love. Then you make him bleed. Why? Because you’re the rare, independent, self-sufficient kind of woman who does want love, but not from a weakling.

You don’t seem to take yourself too seriously, and that’s refreshing. You aren’t uptight; you don’t over-plan. Romance-wise, sex isn’t a top priority–a true relationship would be preferable. For your age, you haven’t had a lot of bonafide love experience, though, and this kind of gets to core of the issue. You’re very selective.

The problem is them, not you, right? You have lofty standards that few measure up to. You’re out there all right, but not to be picked up by just anyone.

“You’re never truly single as long as you have yourself.”

This made my slow day a little better. Garfield always makes me giggle like a little girl. *teehee*

So, like the majority of the world, I have this problem with biting my nails. It’s annoying, but I’m pretty sure it’s the reason I have a great immune system.

But of course, while I’m sitting here in class “typing notes,” what am I actually doing besides surfing other blogs? I’m writing an email and biting my nails.

So I thought to myself, God gave us the internet. Thank you God, for the internet. And then preceded to search the all-knowing World Wide Web for exactly how to kick my habit. After a few human sacrifices to the great Google men for their ingenious invention, I found a site that might be helpful.

So I’m putting myself on the “6 Step Program.” I will beat this addiction.. err Habit!

Of course upon, reading through the steps, I realized they can be used for more than just nail biting. Heck, I’d even use them to get over a breakup. Let me explain.

For each step, I have added in italics, the translation for using these 6 steps to get over a breakup.

1. Recognize that many other people bite their fingernails. Sometimes people are not even aware that they are doing so. Perhaps you do not always realize you are biting your nails. – Recognize that many people do find you attractive. Sometimes people are not aware that they are attracted to you. You do not realize how attractive you are.
2. Figure out when you are biting your nails the most. Is it during work, while commuting, or while worried or stressed about something? After you figure out the situations in which you bite your nails, then you need to figure out the underlying “trigger events” that cause you to do so. Sometimes there is one emotion that you might not even be aware of that triggers the nail biting. – Figure out when you are depressed the most. Is it when you are listening to ”your song” or when you are in “the place” or when you are enticed and need some lovin’.
3. Carry around an emory board to help to smooth your nails. Often people who bite their nails first choose rough-edged nails to bite. – Carry around bear mace to fight off any prospects that maybe get a little too close to fast. No need to make silly mistakes. yes. bear mace.
4. Place bitter-tasting cream on your fingernails to remind you that you are biting your nails – and to stop you from biting them. – Begin conditioning yourself. Look at a picture of your lost love and then cause yourself some kind of pain or nausea. Do this repeatedly until you associate that pain or nausea with that person. This is called classical conditioning. Very Effective.
5. Replace the bad habit of biting your nails with a good habit. Every time you notice that you are biting your nails, stop it and do something healthy – like smiling, doing a push-up or breaking into a song (the latter only works in certain locations!) – Every time you start thinking of your ex-sweetie, do something else – like smiling, doing a pushup, breaking into song (“don’t stop belieeevin’!”) or even biting your nails.
6. Maintain your desire to break the habit. The bottom line in beating any habit is desire. If you desire to kick the habit you will do so, and with the right help you can stop biting your nails. – Keep your pants on. And ignore the desire to remove them. (“You can DO IT!”)

Okay, so some where a bit of a stretch, but at least now I have a 6 step program to get over any habit. and for this, I am glad.

I WILL NIBBLE NO MORE!

You know, I remember always being the best at tag in Elementary school. It was because I was so fast. Like I said. I will catch you. I will always catch you.

But anyway, Mlah tagged me for this Meme which is cool, since I have never been meme-tagged before.

Here are the rules: Each player of this game starts with the 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

SIX WEIRD THINGS ABOUT ME:

1. Ever since I was little, one of my favorite snacks is frozen peas. Yes, from the package you buy in the store. I pour them into a bowel and just eat them like that. I think they are yummy, and I don’t know why I do, or how I started, but its just what I eat. haha A healthier evening snack than ice cream I suppose, but I still love my ice cream.

2. When I do things that are possibly dangerous, I think to myself “If I die, what laws would they pass because of it?” I guess when I die, I want something chance because I died heh. I want to do with a purpose!

3. When I got to look for something to eat when I’m hungry, I tend to open the fridge/pantry, and if there isn’t something healthy to eat, I just decide I’ll go back later and check. Of course when I do go back later, there is still nothing. But for some reason, I believe that the little food gnomes with magically bring healthier food into my pantry.

4. I started biting my nails just because my dad told me not to. Even as a child, I was such a rebel.

5. When I was little, I had “invisible” pets.  I would “pet” them, and “carry” them around school. I wont lie, I even had one while I was in 7th grade. It was a white cat named Fluffs. But no one else knew he was white but me. He was INVISIBLE!

6. Had I been a boy, my name and initials would have been the same. Yeah I know, I couldn’t think of a good last one. But I think its kind of strange… hah

taggings.
oh snap, I don’t actually have anyone to tag *tear* oh well, It was fun to do the meme anyway