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So. Just when I think things are going well. They seem to crash. Cindy has threatened to write me up once again.

What for this time?

Common courtesy.

The cleaning lady has been going around telling students that another student got suspended for giving away stolen product. I didn’t think it was fair for an employee to be spreading that around about her. She didn’t seem to be the type of person to do that.

Turns out she was sick with bronchitis. So I quietly told her this morning while sitting waiting for class. Yeah, two other girls were there. But they were good friends with each other. So she proceeds to tell Cindy, I guess to see what she could do. And I got the heat for it big time.

I mean, wouldn’t you want to know if employees were spreading rumors? Especially when you’re a student? I sure would.

She said she was sorry I got yelled at and that she knew I meant no harm. She was grateful about it.

So guys. Not only can you never trust a hair ho, but you have to be a big bitch as well. And threaten ridiculous things to good students, so you can feel big and bad. Just so ya know guys. It’s how this world works.

Sorry for the not-so-happy-land post.

Miss. Julia

I’ve been snowed in for a few days now… And I called out yesterday claiming my driveway looked like an igloo XD

But it has been nice to have a few days off since I had the falling out with one of the learning leaders. I want to do my make up, but my concealer is in the glove box of my besties car :[

It’s honestly the best concealer ever, and I feel not as flawless without it. Especially with the new-found congestion that seems to have taken home on face, right near my lip ring. Maybe a metal allergy? I need to spray it with some H2Ocean.

On a brighter note. I have found two Garnier products that I am IN LOVE with.

I’m currently checking out the website right now to post some more good stuff about it… And of course I’ll link it.

From what I can see, the site is very specific. You can pick from several categories to find which product you want to find. There are three that I want to review, and I’ll review them in the order that I use them

First is the Skin Renew: The Brusher Gel-Cleanser. The bottle looks a bit extreme when you first take a look at it, but don’t let that stop you from purchasing it!

The top of the bottle is the rubber exfoliating brush. It reminds me of something you’d find in the coral reef. (it’s also what made me buy the product, because it looked like it felt SO GOOD)

When the bottle said that you would feel results after the first wash, I was SO EXCITED to get home and try it. The gel cleanser is oil free, and as always, dermatologist tested. The cleanser is also pore refining as well. Just twist the cap open, squeeze some of the gel out, close, add a bit of water, and scrub away! It feels SO NICE! When I rinsed my face, I felt like my skin was as soft as my little girls! The cleanser is rich with vitamin B5, vitamin E, and green leaf extract.

But… IT GETS BETTER GUYS!

Next I use the Moisture Renew Refreshing Gel-Cream.

We all know how it is in the winter, everything is so dry! Especially our skin. My face peels and flakes and makes me look pasty. (Not saying my paler than NC-15 skin helps any)

I do use a Queen Helen’s Grape Seed Extract peel masque, but I couldn’t find anything to keep that fresh look to my skin.

So I decided to try the Refreshing Gel-Cream. After I washed with the Brush Cleanser, I applied the Gel-Cream to my face and neck and let it dry. I walked around making my mom touch my face over and over again. And then, she tried it as well, and then my little sister. Which convinced my dad to try it the next day. My DAD! And he LOVED it. The moisturizer is oil free and locks in moisture for 24 hours. My skin has honestly never looked better without make up. I can get away with going all natural and no one believes me that I don’t have make up on.

But. There is ONE more amazing product that has helped my face look its best…

THE SKIN-RENEW ANTI-PUFF EYE ROLLER!

I bought this about two weeks before I bought the moisturizer and the cleanser. I noticed a huge difference with the natural bags that I have under my eyes.

As most of you know, when you sleep circulation slows down, causing fluid to collect under your eyes. Most of us know the “vampire look” Especially with having fair skin, I look slightly like a Twilight character. BUT with the eye roller, it uses micro-circulation to help release the excess fluid.

I had been asked if my eye roller was working, because my eyes don’t look as tired. And I go to a cosmetology school. And we notice EVERYTHING.

I really wanted to share these products with everyone, because I am very pleased with all of the results I have. I love this line, and don’t know why I didn’t start using it sooner. -mentally slaps self-

Trying to make this blog a bit brighter, but it’s hard when you have to deal with the day to day crap from a beauty school. Luckily, this little break has given me some time to have to my self. Cuddle with a cute boy, watch movies with friends. And of course see my shining little princess. Even if I did give her my cold

Here’s the link to the Garnier website:

http://www.garnierusa.com/_en/_us/home.aspx

I hope that everyone enjoyed the review, and that you have great results like I did.

From the not-so-but-trying-to-be-happy-place,

Miss. Julia

I’d never thought the words, “I quit” would make me feel so happy. The thought of telling them to go fuck themselves, and telling them how really shitty they are… The words give me the chills. Chills of delight. Happiness, like I can see the sun shining through the clouds.

When I walked in this morning all was gray.

When I almost quit and walked out, the sun was shining through.

Weird… Eh?

I have once again been told that I need to rethink my career. I was told I was the only other option to take a guest (keep in mind that my tonsils are HUGE and I have a fever as well) so I had to take one. When I go to get my kit, the tranny and the dumb fuck are up on the mez having a good old time. And I go, “Bull shit, I’m not the only person to take a guest. Phase 2 girls are up there sitting on their asses doing nothing. Like they have been since the beginning of lunch.”

His response: “Do you even wanna do hair anymore?”

“Honestly, no. I don’t”

“Well get rid of the attitude or go home.”

Keep in mind, he thinks I have an aversion to touching people. He mistakes my respect and courtesy for people, as an ‘aversion to touching people’. Well, lets see how much of an aversion I have when I wring your stupid fat neck! Fucktard!

SO I proceeded to unpack, and Katie asks me whats wrong. Of course I’m at the point of tears from being so belligerently angry. I go and tell her.

This is all and all truth. This is the fucking shit that I have to deal with.

I proceed to cry, fill out my form to leave, and tell Trish I’m headed out, who goes…

“That is very uncharacteristic of you.”

Well, that right there proves she didn’t get the facts. Yay for fucking stupid ass liars.

I do not know if I will walk back through those doors ever again. I really don’t. This isn’t worth being away from the little girl that I love so much. Don’t tell me standing behind a chair is something so big. It’s not. Honest to God. Neither is going to this school. Sadly enough, I cannot post the name without the owner finding out about it. I do warn others, because it’s such a heartbreak. Seeing those pretty girls walking through those doors, so excited about becoming a hairdresser. You just wanna pause time, and say, ‘Sweetheart, I was in your place once. If you want to be happy, just walk right back out those doors before you suffer a great loss.’

Heartbroken and crushed,

Julia

So once again I have a sore throat and stuffy nose. Almost the same as last week.
Anywho… We play this stupid “hot potato” game to review for each chapter. I honestly think the concept of passing around a stuffed toy person to person is slightly gross. I’ve seen girls first hand go and use the bathroom and just use Germ-X instead of washing their hands. Gross, I know? So I went to blow my nose, and I proceed to quietly join the game. As the potato comes to me, I quickly pass it. The teacher goes: “Are you too cool for this game?” I said: “No, I have another cold, and I’m not trying to pass or pick up any germs.” Thinking I was trying to be polite… Nah. Lead onto the conversation saying I picked the wrong industry if I’m afraid of germs.

First thing:
State board looks for one thing: SANITATION. They could care less if you can do hair.

Second:
She left the room, and Keelin and Emily told me that she said: “I’m sure there’s another reason why your sick.”

WHAT IS THAT SHIT!? SERIOUSLY!?

I honestly hate this place. If I’m here tomorrow, I will have 670.25 hours. Leaving me with 829.75 left.

750 of those hours will be without my favorite core teacher. She will be leaving us. I’m so upset about that. So upset that I don’t want to talk about it yet.

300 ish of those hours will be spent without Dee and Alyssa.

Passion over fears.

-insert more wise things here-

And never leave a tube of Pravana Chromasilk Vibrant Violet in your purse. I have lovely colored hands the the moment.

The only person who really knows what your hair is like in the hair industry is you. Why? Because it has been on your head all your life. Err… Well. Since it started growing. [I was a bald baby] You know how it straightens, curls, colors, lightens. Yes, there are those instances when you have that, “OH…” moment… But for the most part. You are the expert on your own hair.

My hair is pretty much against all odds:

Fine

Level 2

Curly

Not something you tend to see often. Now I know I have dark hair… But I get those silly natural highlights that look like ginger pubes. Yeah. Not cool. [Not saying I know what ginger pubes look like] So I just wear it at a one.

Last month, I had it colored with some peekaboo’s put in it. Someone. Put. 30vol. DPL. On. My. Hair. For. Too. Long. And when she colored the highlights… Well… She went home. And I had foils in my hair. My hair was so blown out that it didn’t even take the color, or hold the toner. Or the ink we put on top of the muddy color the next day. “The Color” fried the ends of my beautiful long hair. I had to cut off ten inches. TEN FUCKING INCHES.

Anywho. Now that I had an inch of regrowth a month later. I wanted to shampoo cap my hair and make it purple. Yeah. Not so much.

Shampoo cap only lifted my roots. SOOO we were told to put 30vol DPL on the rest of my hair to get it to lift. And she put it on the roots. Yup. I have flaming red roots. The rest is a nice purply red. I have to fix it tomorrow. I love it. I just don’t love looking like an unnatural ginger who needs a box of dye. Badly.

I told her that we needed to take the darker level of the VR and let my roots process longer.

She didn’t believe me.

“Oh, it’s fine.”

Well what if I was a client?

But one thing is… My hair didn’t fry. It is in perfectly healthy condition. No split ends. Elasticity isn’t shot. So I scored on that one!

Anywho… Like I said. Intelligence is a HUGE factor when it comes to being a stylist. Have we had done it my way…? I can’t say. But Once I try it tomorrow I shall let you know.

See the “GREAT ROOTS OF FIRE” photo :]

See “Lack of Intellegence: Example A”

Sitting at home on the weekends makes me realize how much of a slightly miserable blur my weeks are. I honestly don’t want to make this blog sound like I’m just another drama queen. But I have a feeling it might in some places; I apologize ahead of time.

One of the things that gets me the most about going to a beauty school, is the lack of intelligence that surrounds me. Sure, some of them have college degrees in some places, but most are drop outs that have GED’s or won their diplomas out of a claw machine. They honestly make our industry look like a fail.

When asked what an Ion Dryer does compared to most store bought dryers, I answered explaining how the positive and negative ions counter act and dry the hair from the cuticle out. Only then to look around and see most of my class looking at me like I’m an alien for knowing the answer.

Come on. Ions are basic science. Really?

Another thing I love is when I say something, get no response, look up, and get, “Can you say that in my language?” or “Can you say that in stupid, please?”

It doesn’t apply to every person, but it applies to the majority of them. Think of it this way: If don’t think that expanding your knowledge in the science department, are you going to remember what Sodium Hydroxide does? Besides, like, make your hair like, straight… Right? Yeah. Not only does is break down the bonds in your hair, but it can also erode an aluminum can in small amount of time. So would you rather say, “Ma’am, I know you came in for a chemical relaxer, but the chemical cannot be on your hair for much longer. It may not be as straight as you want it, but I can give you a discount on the service and products, and an amazing blow out for free. We can reschedule, and try a stronger formula next time. I thank you for giving me the opportunity to work with you and your hair, and I’m sorry the service did not go as planned.” or… “Lady, I’m gonna have to slap some more of this cream on to get your hair bone straight… Yeah… Well… You may be a bit fried… OH! Don’t worry, the burning means it working better! You know what they say, ‘Beauty is pain!’”

Here is some information on Chemical Relaxers :]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Relaxer

I never go without a source!

2 weeks later you may get a call for a lawsuit instead of a re-booking. Goodbye career!

I just feel as if they don’t value the amount of information being given to them. They’re too focused on the 70 some mirrors that they can look at themselves in. Or the BOTOX they plan to get at 23.

Another thing that has to be considered is math. Hair cutting has a lot to do with math. Shapes and angles. Triangular, elevation… You name it! I mean, I wasn’t some math expert in high school… But I didn’t waste my time putting on lip gloss that was shaped like a calculator. [Gosh, I am so mean...]

Don’t get me wrong. I do love this industry most days… But would you really want someone who is brainless working on you while you’re in the chair?

As an end note… Here’s a tip:

When you go back and you tell your stylist, “It just looks off… I don’t know what’s wrong.” and they reply, “Well it must be something you’re doing wrong.”

I advise you find a new stylist.

So. I have a feeling I will be getting in trouble for starting over with the new blog, having already posted the name of my school.

The ride that I hoped would be the most comforting and supportive… Yeah. Not.

I have now decided that this blog will be the ride, not so much the adventure, of going through a cosmetology school. Everything from the lost hours to the “Queen of Anal” (not me.. btw) It will be the downright truth.

Now where to start off….

After about the first two weeks, everyone began to show their true colors. You could see the friendships forming, and the hate-men-ships blooming into loathing and trash talk. Sadly, once again, I have become a target, as usual. I have nicknames for everyone as well. Well, at least the ones I hate. But I have good titles for the ones I like. They go as following.

Rayshell: The Queen of Anal, Tranny, Kiss Ass

Taelor: Dumb Fuck, Wannabe, Bowl Head.

Hailey: Dirty Skank, Whore, Fat Ugly Bitch

Those are the top three haters I have. I’m sure there will be more names, I will update when needed :]

As far as the others go… I have some amazing friends as well:

Laura and Amber: Best Adaptive Friends

Dee and Alyssa: Best Creative Friends

MiMi and Tiara: My Comic Relief

Keelin and Chris: Best Trash Talkers (they come up with some good ones too!)

Cindy and Callie: What Are You Doing? (but it’s always a good laugh)

Sulicia: Good Lord Woman! (she’s a hott momma!)

Alright, now that we have a name basis down… Let’s get to the bullshit!

I once had a friend tell me: “Once you sell your soul to the beauty industry… You never get it back.” Well if that ain’t the truth! She wasn’t kidding either. She also told me, “Never trust a hair ho.” She was even more right on that one. *serious face*

Life in the beauty industry changes the person you are. You may seem like your bettering yourself for the public, but really you’re learning to be more fake to the public. Yeah… it feels good when you do an amazing color, or an amazing cut and you make someone feel really good about themselves. But behind almost every stylist is that caddy bitch. Just waiting to lash out at the next hair ho that wants to try and rain on their parade. I’m only saying this because it’s how it works in my mind, and it’s what you see out on that clinic floor. I’ve felt the industry take me in and suck my soul. I’ve literally sold it to them. In return, I get to have the abilities that every run down girl wants. That every mom wants. That every teenager wants. That every “Wannabe Snookie” wants. For the small debt of 20k and no soul.

Welcome to my life.

So I missed the first day, sadly. They switched it to that Monday, and not everyone was called about it. So I still get the hours, I just didn’t get to walk around down town Frederick. Which I didn’t need anyways. I know the area well enough. So we did a lot of group activities, and we actually got to work on some hair. I learned how to do “texture friendly” braiding, and learned that there is no “ethnic hair” Because there is a possibility that an African American girl could have hair like a white girl does, soft and easy to work with. A white girl could have course hair like most African Americans do. It all depends on your genes. It was a pretty good lesson to learn, because most people tend to assume in the beauty industry and it can cause a lot of mess ups and a lot of unhappy customers. We also tried out Marcel Irons. I gave myself two pretty decent burns, but luckily I didn’t blister like I thought I would. Marcel’s do the same thing as curling irons do, but are more advanced and use a different technique. I felt bad for my mannequin. I beat her head onto the stand XD

I also got to experience what it was like to be in an environment where they do not judge. One of my biggest fears of attending this school was that I was going to be judged. But I was wrong. Every one shook my hand and introduced themselves, and gave me plenty of compliments. It was a good feeling. I was able to get over my social anxiety and open up to every one. I did some judging myself, and I came to find out that I was wrong. I saw someone and I was thinking ‘Oh she’d never talk to me’. Well I was wrong! She was friendly and welcome, just like the rest of the students and the staff. I have a four day weekend, we don’t go back until Wednesday, and it’s a bit of a bummer. I miss hanging out with my new friends, and getting the chance to learn something that I am yearning to do. I’m sitting here wishing I had more to type about, but I don’t.

OH! We practiced up do’s with the Marcel. Yeah, I totally sucked. I might get a pic up of it sooner or later. The girl who gave me her locker, and just graduated, told us, ” Take pictures now, because when you look back, you’ll think “What the fuck was I thinking.” I don’t want to feel that way, but I know I will. It’s all a part of the learning process.

Once agian, thanks to whoever may be reading this, and I hope that my journey will catch your eye. Help you learn, and discover new things about yourself, because it’s all happening to me already.

Love,

Jules

So guys, I know I haven’t been on in a bit, but school starts Tuesday! And I can’t wait to actually get this blog really up and running. There are so many people in my online world that I’m going to miss! But I need to get the little one asleep so I can dry the ton of black clothes I have washed!

Lots of love <3