Burn Me Up, Like A Witch, Baby Turn Me On.

I Saw It Coming When You Threw the First Punch. Pt. 1

I was lying on my bed, dreading getting up since it was only nine a.m. My phone vibrated next to me, loud. I jumped slightly. Why do people like texting me this early? I checked to see that it was Mike who had texted me, I smiled.

It has been a couple weeks since the day of my first shoot, the day that I had smoked with Kuza, Jordan and Cerise, and almost every day since then Mike and I text each other all day long. I think we have become pretty good friends. He was sweet, I liked talking to him, but even though we talk all the time he’s still very shy and quiet towards me. I didn’t understand it.

Mike: So are we gonna hang out today or what?

Me: I have to work. We can tonight if that’s okay with you? I get off around five.

I lied to him. I had today off; I just needed to spend it getting my hair and nails done and getting waxed. It was terrible being so high maintenance, but hey, I asked to be like this, and Mike wasn’t happy with my lie.

Mike: Gahh, why does you work schedule suck? I’m gonna yell at Chase, but yes. I’m okay with us hanging out tonight. Text me when you get off work and we’ll go from there.

Me: Okay.(: I’m sorry Chase is making me work so much lately.

I don’t like lying, not particularly, but today was my first day off in nine days and I was beginning to look terrible. My hair was overdue for a new dye and my nails needed to be filled and cut. My eyebrows were hairy and I just plain looked like pooh. Mike will be grateful that he can’t see me like this.

After getting up and getting ready, besides staring at my hair for half an hour being disgusted, I was ready to go. Yesterday, after work, I had went to my normal hair salon and got all the silver bleached out of my hair. Fortunately, the person that did it has done my hair enough to know how my hair is, unfortunately, I had to spend a night with pale blonde hair.

After slipping on my shoes, I grabbed my keys and walked out the door. I got in my car and drove down to the hair salon, walking in a few minutes early for my ten thirty appointment.

“Hey Colette,” my hairstylist Stephanny smiled at me as she was blow-drying a girl’s hair. “Let me finish up here and I’ll be right with you.”

I sat down in the waiting area, flipping through a hair magazine. Some of the hairstyles I saw were ridiculous. I would never get a pissed off soccer mom hair cut but apparently there are people my age and even younger that have their haircut in that way. I decided to close the magazine and wait instead, which was just in time for Stephanny to tell me she was ready.

I walked over to her chair and pulled my beanie off. “We need to get this blonde out of my hair as soon as possible.”

“Aww but it looks so good,” Stephanny laughed. “We’re doing lavender right?”

I nodded. She wrapped a ­­cape around me and went to the back to get the dye. She pushed a cart with a couple bowls out to where I was seated and pumped my chair up, sitting on her stool behind me.

“It’s all the same dye, it’s just you have so much hair that I need more than just a bowl,” she chuckled. She put some gloves on then started rubbing Vaseline on my forehead and ears, so they wouldn’t dye along with my hair.

We fell into a comfortable small talk while she did my hair, pinning it into sections then parting them so she could paint my hair with the dye. When she was finished, she made me wait half an hour for the dye to set. After that, I walked over to the sink and sat back in the chair with my head back in the sink. Stephanny turned the water on and started washing the dye out. She pumped some shampoo into her hand and scrubs my head in a massaging way. She washed that out and did the same thing with conditioner. Then, she took me back to the chair and blow-dried and styled it, just a simple straighten, nothing more.

I paid for the color and style then got in my car, driving over to the nail salon. I was getting a mani-pedi, which, even though it sounds like an incredibly preppy thing, but it left my hands and feet nice and soft and pretty, so I enjoyed doing it.

After getting all the dead, dry skin taken off of my feet and getting my toe nails painted black, I got my stiletto nails trimmed and filled, with a new coat of black nail polish on top. After paying, I left to get waxed, and when an hour of waxing and yelling was over, I was finally able to go home and even though I hadn’t technically done anything, I was pooped.

I sat down on my couch turn on my television, going to Netflix on my Wii. I put on Dexter and laid on my couch, soon falling into a nice, comfortable sleep. Then my phone vibrated and scared the shit out of me, making me fall on the ground. I looked at my phone. Thanks Kuza, I thought, I always like falling when I first wake up.