friday letters

dear morgan (my hairdresser for the day since my regular one was booked) : first, while i was in the shampoo chair you washed out my color and said " oh that's not good" and then told me i ended up with a bizarre color in my hair "but not in a bad way". you didn't wash the dye out of my hair all the way and told me it was my hairline, when i asked you for a towel to scrub it off myself. then you said you couldnt blowout my hair because it was too coarse and kinky. and then you asked me if i could just straighten my own bangs at home. and let's not even talk about how inappropriae you were talking about your coworkers and the other clients around us. i've been getting my hair done at salons for over 15 years and i'm pretty sure this was my worst experience ever. ever. ever. good thing i've got a correction appt that your manager scheduled for me after she saw how you were sending me home.

unless im THE COUNT, im pretty sure that's not my hairline.

dear olive garden: i always think youre a good idea. until my stomache starts to hurt. and then i remember why i said i would never return to you again. until the next time. dear fridge: youre full of random odds and ends, none of which equal anything i can eat. i should probably go to the market for some fruits and veggies. dear new family im nannying for: please turn out to be a good idea. i'm already dreading the hours combined with my restuarant shifts. dear grad school: i would really like to start in september. please let me know if i can. dear hair: sorrysorrysorry. dear jobs of mine: youre really getting in the way of the trips i want to take. texas, italy, greece, virginiabeach, bali, the whole wide world? dear four weddings: ive watched entirely too many episodes of you today. must change the channel. dear ulta: your makeup for $1 was a serious issue for me. did i need six eyeshadows in different shades of grey? probablynot. dear lipstick:i think i'm going to start wearing you to work. waiting tables is no excuse to not spruce up right? right. dear ashley: thanks for hosting this week after week. i love reading everyone's letters. it's good to know im not the only one who writes letters to inanimate objects.



" if you want to kiss me, the answer is yes, and you get this tshirt"

guys. let me start by saying: to each his own. personal choices and all that stuff.

BUT , that being said, if you haven't ever watched the virgin diaries on tlc, please please do.

holy crap. it's like tlc found the craziest virgins ever and put them on a show. and better yet they

 found enough people to have different episodes for a whole season.

it's like virgin status in hyperdrive. and it's nuts.

for example tonights episode featured skippy the 34 yr old virgin who lives in his moms basement.

he takes his mom to the clubs with him, along with a backpack with a hair dryer in it so he can dry himself off periodically when he gets too sweaty. he also collects his own belly button lint (for the last 15 years) and uses tshirts to bribe girls into kissing him. he makes said tshirts as one of his other hobbies. my favorite one of his is "34, mormon, virgin: proof dinosaurs exist."

skippy & his "wingmom"

please watch it so you can understand the full effect and don't think im just a judgemental b.

with a heart full of hope & a mind full of dreams.

Sarah

i

i:

... believe that this is not where i am meant to be

... know that people can be hurtful without really being aware that they're doing it

...feel that i am easily forgotten by everyone i know except my parents

...think that i should have gotten checked out at the hospital after my accident even though i didn't have insurance, because it turns out i have an injury that didn't heal properly

...want to have people i can count on

... am concerned for the future of the world: smoking blunts and speaking in slang is really up there on your list of priorities? there's a difference between enjoying your youth and making yourself look unintelligent. The word is "though" not doe. Calling everyone you see a bitch and a hoe? classy. Having reckless sex and then being worried you caught something? super.

...know that people grow apart, for many reasons, and sometimes you can't explain it

... think that you can suffer on your own for a long time and people don't even see it

... feel that sometimes I'm in a room full of people i know and still feel completely alone

... want to take back the last few years of my life and do things differently

... confess that having no one waiting for me to come home hurt much more than i wanted to admit to myself

... wish i felt complete

... hope that i figure out what i'm doing with my life

... hate that i feel like this

with a heart full of hope & a mind full of dreams

Sarah

friday, friday

dear dphie convention in miami: this time next week i'll be partaking in four days chock full of sorority loving. dear everyone at work: thanks for thinking i'm 20, and having no idea that i am in fact 27. dear tuesday: get here soon, you're the start to my mini vacation and i'm so very excited. dear dramamine: i hope you do the trick and help me stay calm on my flight to florida, which is not going to be 2hrs long. dear hair: grow. dear charlize theron: you were a whole lot of crazy in snow white. dear pink lipstick: i shall be rocking you when i go see magic mike or the katy perry movie tomorrow night. i feel either occasion is appropriate. dear awesome earrings at forever 21: be mine. dear closet: can you sort yourself out? on that note, dear suitcase: could you pack yourself as well? dear feet: could you try to not ache anymore whenever we try to wear cute shoes? like these or these that would be great. dear table that tipped me more than 20% tonight: i don't know if you did it on accident or on purpose, BUT i appreciated it anyway. dear unnamed grad school: please accept me into your program. i really, really, really would love to be back in school. seriously. dear acne: what is going on?! are we fifteen again?! get off my face. dear fall: ( a last minute addition after reading ashley's letters and immediately looking at my favorite tall boot website to see if they were up yet) i'm strangely really excited for your return. tall boots, knee high socks, chunky wrap sweaters, scaves, hats, pumpkins, apple cider, leaves turning, not to mention the much better, less humid hair days...should i go on?

happy weekend lovebugs!

with a heart full of hope & a mind full of dreams

xo

Sarah

she's too young for you bro.

today, someone told a guy who was talking to me that i was "too young for you bro"

the guy said "there is no age for love!"

( the part about the guy talking to me, or his response is actually irrelevant to this story)

a little while later i asked the other guy .... "how old do you think i am?"

he looked at me and said: "twenty"

and this is yet another story about how i will get carded until forever.

the end.

friday's letters

dear mary kate olsen: you look like youre the same age as your boyfriends daughter. as in 11 years young. slightly creepy. (and a little trashy with the greasy hair and cig, no?)

exhibit a

dear blythe at toni & guy: i may be coming to see you in the morning. my hair's a mess. dear dad: were you serious when you said i should get a puppy? because i want one since riley lives with you. let's adopt rufus or chester. dear joe my landlord: i hope it's ok with you if i get a pet since i discovered yesterday that the girl across the hall from me, and the people on the second and third floor all actually have dogs. i'm thinking you just were kidding when you said no pets. dear girl who made me upset at work today: i know you were full of it when you complained about me to my manager and i hope you get a big pimple in the middle of your forehead on the morning you have to do something really important. because i know i didn't do what you said i did and therefore you were just fishing for a free giftcard. bite me. dear life: slow down. dear guy at work who talks about everyone and then asks me if i like them: um, first of all im new, so yes, i like everyone. second-- even if i didn't like someone, i definitely wouldn't be telling you. dear teen mom: why have i started watching you again? and why can't i look away. it's like watching a train wreck happening and not being able to look away. dear straightener: curlyhairdontcare. be like a bear and go hibernate..for the summer. hairissueslikewoah.

happy friday kiddies!

with a heart full of hope & a mind full of dreams

Sarah

it's ok & thankful thursday

i should probably start with what i'm thankful for since i'm in a bad mood after getting home from work and should probably start off on a semi happy note.

i'm thankful for...

... my job. because a few weeks ago I was worried about how I was going to make my rent and today I was actually able to tell my dad I didn't need to borrow any money from them

...my parents, because I could ask them to help me no matter what

... the free trip to miami i'm going on in two weeks to attend my sororitys convention. i am SO excited!!!

... sunscreen, because my skin cannot handle another sunburn

... my best friend candice. she never tells me im being rediculous, she laughs at my jokes, and she never hold is against me even if weeks go by and we haven't spoken.

and it's ok...

... that i got a complaint tonight and it really made me feel sad, and embarassed.

... that i didn't paint my nails and didn't realize it until i was running plates to a table

...that i don't want to waste money on groceries since i bring home food from work every day now

... that i really forget how old i am until someone asks me. and then i just feel confused about it

... that my hair is making me crazy. seriously crazy. today i put it in a messy bun and wore a neon purple headband because i couldn't deal with it. it's just growing out and not down. redic.

... that i sort of wish i watched the old dallas so maybe this new one would make more sense to me. or maybe i need to be from texas? idk.

... that i've been cracking up reading this tumblr account. legit, between this one and suri's burn book i could be entertained for hours.
... that i really think that there are more important things in life than talking about how drunk or high you got yesterday, last week or this morning.

... that i miss home. but i don't ever want to move back.

... that the highlight of my shift tonight was the premeal tastings of our new margaritas. too bad i couldn't have a whole one. or five.

... that i can simualtaneously be really happy for my friends who are in the process of planning their weddings, have just gotten married, are having babies, moving in together, or are recently engaged, but also want to kick the next person who tells me it'll happen when im not expecting it. it's been two years since my last serious relationship. i've been "not expecting it" for quite some time now.

... that i'd rather have a solid book in my hands than an e reader. i've used mine approximately 8 times. maybe.

... to have a glass of wine (or two)  after work. i'm such a rebel.

with a heart full of hope & a mind full of dreams

xo

Sarah

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