My true love gave to me…

The twelve days of Christmas. I actually always used to like this song when I was little, I’m not sure why. This year, a local business has used the song in one of its’ commercials, changing the words to fit the company. I’ve been hearing it a lot, and it’s really started to irritate me [some question, what doesn’t?]. Maybe because they say something about 5 in-laws and 4 parents, which doesn’t make any sense. How would you have 5 in laws and 4 parents? Oh, that’s right, you couldn’t. Unless I did my math wrong?

Regardless, it always gets stuck in my head, only with the real words. So, while out doing some retail therapy the other day, I began thinking about these so-called twelve days of Christmas, and I have a few problems with them.

First of all, why is it twelve days of Christmas? This doesn’t make sense, twelve is an odd number, not literally, of course, it’s even, but its an odd choice. Why not the ten days? Or the 25 days? Or, even, go big or go home, 31 days of Christmas for the whole month of December?

Second of all, okay, these are gifts from your true love, right? Why the heck are they giving you drummers, pipers (what does that even mean?), lords-a-leaping, ladies dancing, maids, french hens, calling birds…five golden rings? None of these things sound appealing to me, I don’t particularly want ladies for Christmas, and I’m not quite sure what I could possiblly do with a pear tree with a partridge in it. The dang bird would probably fly away, and I don’t even really like pears. And I don’t really think I want 5 golden rings, I’d much rather get 1 really big diamond ring…not that that’s what Christmas is about, but if my true love is celebrating the twelve days of Christmas, then why not get what I want, right?

PS. I checked out the whole twelve days issue, and according to wikipedia [most reliable source, ever]:
The twelve days in the song are the twelve days starting Christmas day, or in some traditions, the day after Christmas (December 26) (Boxing Day or St. Stephen’s Day, as being the feast day of St. Stephen Protomartyr) to the day before Epiphany, or the Feast of the Epiphany (January 6, or the Twelfth Day). Twelfth Night is defined by the Oxford English Dictionary as “the evening of the fifth of January, preceding Twelfth Day, the eve of the Epiphany, formerly the last day of the Christmas festivities and observed as a time of merrymaking.”
Okay, I’ll take it.


Text until your fingers bleed.

Creepers. What do we do about them? Isn’t it funny how the boys you want to like you, never seem to, and the ones who you wish would ignore you, won’t leave you alone. I’ll never understand this conundrum and it always seems to happen to me.. anyone else?

Is it because we really should be ignoring those boys who we like, because that, for whatever twisted reason, will somehow make them like us more? Does rejecting a boy, who’s so used to not being rejected, make him think he should try harder to get you?

Here’s the situation. A couple of months ago, I went out for some casual drinks with one of my besties. Long story short there was kid out who she kind of knew because he went to her high school but he was, like, 5 years older. He was pretty drunk and had to work the next morning. He kept asking me to go out on a date with him. I reluctantly agreed after some pushing by my friend, figuring, what’s the worst that could happen?
So, the next day, he texted me about going out. I said we could go to dinner. He suggested a movie at his house. Ew, who do you think I am? I ignored him. A while later, dinner is good, he suggested a restaurant, I told him what time to pick me up. Instead of being a normal boy and just, like, googling the address I gave him or using one of those fancy things we people like to call a GPS he made me explain where I lived to him. Annoyingg. You’re a boy, figure it out. He already had several strikes against him:

1. He was really drunk the night before – and had to work the next day, hungover = irresponsible.

2. When he was really drunk he was talking about all his past, um.. we’ll just call them “girlfriends”

3. He went on and on about how he was such an amazing athlete in high school. High school, but you’re 28, and you don’t look like you’re an allstar anymore, get over it.

4. He works at a car dealership. Now, I know that it might be a stereotype that car dealers are sleazy, but… sometimes stereotypes just fit.

Plus, the whole thing about him thinking that I’d drive to his house to just watch a movie. I was beginning to think that I should just tell him nevermind, because I could tell there was no way he would be able to redeem himself. But, he was already on his way.

Next strike: he sat in his car and texted me that he was there. Never heard of a doorbell? He had a creeperesque car too, like you work at a car dealership, you can pick any of the cars to slap those dealer plates on to cruise around in. Pick something cool, like, a big truck or a fast car.

He told me how he doesn’t know how to date because, he’d never actually taken a girl on a date. Reminder: He’s 28. I guess girls would just fall for him? I’m not entirely sure. His next strike was that he didn’t put his napkin in his lap, which, maybe, with a normal boy, I could’ve just overlooked, but things were already so downhill. We watched a really crappy movie. I went home.

Soon after, I started to hear some really unappealing things about him, and when he asked for a second date, I straight up told him it wasn’t a good idea and that I’d have to pass. He questioned why I didn’t want to go out with him again. He got really defensive and we would have these ridiculous conversations about why I didn’t want to hang out with him again. Then, I realized that I really did not have to explain myself to him in any way, so I started to just ignore his text messages.

It’s been like two and a half months, and I still get random texts and calls from him. It’s not even like they’re only at night, when he’s being a really obnoxious, drunk, immature 28 year old, it will be at 8:30 in the morning: Hey. Hey, really, hey? Why are you saying hey to me at 8:30 AM? Unless I’m friends with you, or related to you, or actually dating you, I don’t really want you to text me at 8:30 in the morning.

To avoid getting said text messages, I decided to look into Verizon’s Safegaurd situation. You can block a number for 90 days. But, in case you were wondering, you can’t block numbers like 911 or 411. You can block a number for longer than this, but you have to pay for it. My question is, why doesn’t the person who you’re blocking have to pay for it? I think that Verizon should actually charge the person whose number you’re blocking, not the blockee. Like, I’m trying to get this kid to stop talking to me, why should I have to pay for it? Basically, you can pay extra to get someone to leave you alone or else deal with your phone ringing at 2AM on Friday nights.

Wouldn’t that be great – it pops up on their phone bill:
Creeper charge: 5 people have blocked your number, so you’re being charged $10.

Maybe then they’d realize they were a creeper?

I whip my hair back and forth

Let me start by saying, i love my hair.. like a lot.  When I was little I would always look through those books at the salon and pick out a different hair style, and I would always end up in tears every time we left.  My hair was too short, too choppy, too whatever, I always ended up hating it.  A few years ago I cut my long hair up to my shoulders, I actually liked it for a while, but then decided it was time to grow it back out.  So for the past few years I’ve been growing my luscious locks back out.

With the move to the new apartment/town, I figured that I should probably find a salon here in town where I could get my hairs trimmed.  I picked one out and ventured over there this morning.  I made my appointment for 11 AM, it was the earliest that I could get in.  I got there a little early with yesterday’s ponytail, assuming that I would get a full wash, cut and style.  I mean that’s the point, right?

I was plopped into the stylist’s chair almost immediately upon walking inside.  I thought it was kind of weird that she didn’t take me to the sink, but I thought maybe since it was my first time she wanted to see what I wanted done first.  Well, you know what they say about when you assume.  I told her I just wanted my ends trimmed and showed her the photo I’d brought for how I wanted my bangs to look.

Without washing my hair, she started snipping at my ends.  I’m not really sure that she even cut anything off of them.  Then, only after squirting my bangs with a water spritzer, I thought they only used those for little kid’s or men’s hair, she whacked off the front of my hair.  She commented on how my hair was actually naturally curly, and said it was a good thing she hadn’t sprayed the rest of my hair before cutting it.  Say what?! Even when I was little, my hair was never cut when it was dry. Aren’t you supposed to cut hair when it’s wet??  After hacking my bangs, she dried them, flat ironed them flat to my forehead and asked me if I wanted her to straighten the rest of my greasy, from yesterday hair.  I looked at her and said no.  She asked if I wanted some spray my bangs, since I was moving them around.  I looked at her and said, no, hopefully I can try to make them go…right.  I paid her, didn’t leave a tip, and walked out of the “salon” as quickly as possible, only to burst into tears once I reached the safety of my car.  And, of course, called my mom.

Is it possible that these look even worse in person? I believe it is. (fyi the bangs I wanted picture I found on

I went home, washed my hair, straightened it and cried some more.  The picture I posted does not even come relatively close to showing how badly these look.  When my sister’s boyfriend came over, he took one look at my hair and his face said it all.  Awful.

But what has this taught me?  I should have asked why she wasn’t washing my hair.  And probably not paid her.  Or maybe just gotten up and left before she could have taken scissors to my locks like a three year old.  I guess I’ll be wearing a headband for a while.


Maybe we all need to be a little more assertive in every part of our lives in order to get what we truly want.  We’re the ones who have to live with the consequences if we don’t speak up.  So, my hair will grow back, but sometimes it’s not that simple.