My eyebrows are trying to take over the world.

After realizing that my eyebrows were starting to morph into one intelligent life form and starting to wave at passer-byers I decided it was time for a wax. I made an appointment at my usual brow-waxing haunt, Estilo. Now my eyebrows are one thing that I really tend to splurge on. I figure my eyebrows are right there for everyone to see so no need in being stingy and risking having my eyebrows completely waxed off and then having to draw them in with eyeliner because that’s just not cool with me, I’d look freakish. I just love Estilo because it is so hip and the people that work there are awesome and tell you what you should do instead of asking me what I want because I have no idea how to make myself look good, that’s why I go to them so that awesome. It’s pretty expensive but totally worth in my opinion.
The woman who does eyebrows there, I think her name is Rina, is the most awesomely crazy, intimidating person ever. She’s a little older I think, like in her 40’s but I’m not positive because I’m horrible at guessing people’s ages, but way more hip and stylish than I could ever be so I kind of love her. She’s way nice but in an aggressive, scary kind of way and I love to hear the people there gossip while I’m being worked on, it’s like I’m on a TV show about style or something.
So Rina does all her waxing, plucking, cutting, etc. and shows me my new face and I am very pleased. It is crazy how different I look. I like that she shows me my brows after she’s only done one of them so I can compare and see the difference and it just blows me away every time. One day maybe I’ll take a picture of it if I’m ever brave enough. When she’s all done I remove the headband she uses to keep my bangs out of my face and I give it back to her and attempt to fix my bangs back into place covering up most of my face. Now Rina was just not having this. She decided I needed to do something to show off my new brows and not hide my face so she starts running around the store picking up headbands that they sell. This place is also kind of like a classier Clair’s and they sell all kinds of accessories. So she puts a headband on me and it’s all sparkly and way too fancy for me to wear to anything but a high school dance and I’m thinking, oh great I’m going to have to buy this headband that probably costs fifty bucks and never be able to wear it because I can’t say no to this women.
For one she is way excited about me getting a headband and two, because I’m a little afraid she may yell at and/or hit me if I say no thanks. After trying on the blingy, fancy headband she has me try on a yellow, ribbon-like one (shown below) and she just flips out. She tells me she doesn’t even want me to try on any of the others and this is one and I say, ok, and that’s that. Luckily it only cost $12 instead of my expected $65 so that wasn’t so bad. I go to take the headband off and tell her ok I’ll take it but she yells at me and says I have to wear it out and I freeze and slowly bring my hands away from said headband. She then proceeds to instruct everyone in the salon to look at me and tell me how fantastic I look and how the yellow in the headband brings out the gold in my eyes. At this point I just want to pay and get the hell out of there before she makes me buy anything else. Finally I escape and was planning on throwing the headband in my drawer of hair accessories that I never wear but then I decided that I’d give it a chance. I chose to believe that as soon as I left they didn’t all start laughing and saying what a dumbass I was. Instead I chose to believe that they genuinely thought I looked good.
In any case, I wore the headband today and got many compliments, even an 'you look exceptionally cute today.' Heh, I guess they know what they’re talking about. Ahh…I can’t wait till my next brow waxing appointment…it’s always such an adventure.

Aside from eyebrows what else have I been up to you say? Well, I finally graduated college! FINALLY! After only eight years, go me… I can’t believe I’m finally done, it’s been such a big part of my life for so long that I kind of don’t know what to do with myself now. I guess the next step is finding an exempt position instead of being hourly. Ugh, I hate job searching. I think I’ll just stay in good ol’ Financial Aid for a little while longer; I still like it so far.