What I do for a Haircut...

Hello! Today, I got my haircut at the Aveda Institute, which I will be attending myself in the fall. It was wonderful, and so worth the ridiculous treck.
See... I don't have a car. I wrecked my van, Bessy, a long while back, and have been busing or bumming rides whenever I need to go somewhere. And today... I had to bus both ways. From my almost-suburb in South St. Paul to North-ish Minneapolis. Unless you live in the Twin Cities, you probably have no idea how ridiculously annoying that busride would be.
Let me tell you about it. My haircut appointment was at 4:30. I left the house at 2:10. It took me more than TWO. HOURS. To get there.
And, of course, me being a genious, I got off of my second my second bus waaaay too early. I don't know the downtown Minneapolis layout at all. Luckily, I found my stop, after walking quite a bit, and caught my last bus with no problem. Finally got to Aveda, right on time. The girl who cut my hair was also blonde and named Caitlin! We bonded.
Trying to explain what I wanted was a little tricky. She didn't really understand the U-bangs I wanted. Though when I said "Bettie Page," she understood more. Though I did have to fix them a little, I'm happy with the results.

Left looking like this...

Came home like this!

I gotta get used to them, but I like the bangs. Sam said he likes them. <3

After, I left at 6, to go catch my bus home. It was a relatively normal, long busride, I didn't get lost, nothing exciting.

BUT THEN.

On my last bus, this girl came and sat next to me. She put her head down, and was kind of shaking, but I didn't think anything of it. I was too into my music. After a while, I heard this weird splashing noise.

She threw up. On the bus. In the aisle.

It was absolutely disgusting. I'm pretty sure she was drunk. But, I didn't get any on me, so it's all good, I suppose. It was still something I never want to experience again.

I didn't get home until... a little after 8. I WAS GONE FOR SIX HOURS. FOR A HAIRCUT. That's dedication. Especially when I could have gone less than a mile away to my regular hairdresser. But, truth be told, I don't like her very much. Plus, I got a scalp and shoulder massage at Aveda. And now I smell like flowers. (For those who don't know, Aveda products are mostly organic, and use plant and flower essences. And they smell AMAZING.)

It... Was a good day. But a long one.

I'm dying my hair pink tomorrow!