Song Stuck In My Head: Summer Love by JT
It’s been about 24 hours since I made the horrible decision to get my haircut and I regret it more and more with every passing second.
Okay, okay, I know it’s not really that bad. My boyfriend, Lake, didn’t even notice that I got it cut (ugh, boys), so it must not look as DRASTICALLY different as I think it does.
But c’mom girls, back me up here. I can’t be the only one that has near-panic attacks when this dreaded day finally comes. We’ve all been there, where we think we can put it off another month, or two…or eight (whoops). Then we take that dreaded walk of shame into the salon and hope to God that the stylist just happens to overlook the months-worth of split ends creeping up our hair. But, we sit down, put on a brave face, and talk normally to the stylist, like we’re not internally screaming the whole time.
But THE WORST of it all is…you guessed it. When the scisorrs get put down and he/she asks “how does it look???”. And, of course, you smile and say “it looks great!” while simultaneously holding back tears. Then all hell breaks loose once you get into the car and see how “terrible” your hair really looks.
At least it only happens a couple times a year, right?
Speaking of Lake, this morning when I woke up, he asked me to meet him for lunch later. I was tired of picking where to eat, so I told him to choose. He responded with the cutest response ever: “Do you want to reinact our first date?” (However, that cuteness quickly faded as he couldn’t remember if our first date was at Moe’s, Chick-Fil-A, or Bella Italia)
It was Chick-Fil-A, of course. How could anyone forget that magical night almost two and a half years ago when I was so nervous that I couldn’t even eat (btw, I’m never not eating). I guess I forgave when he paid for lunch today.
Onto rant #2 for the day: MY COMPUTER WAS ALMOST HACKED AND I WAS THE DUMBEST PERSON ALIVE.
So I logged into Facebook on my computer to see which one of my old classmate was engaged or pregnant next (why else does one go on Facebook?). All of a sudden, this screen flashes up on my computer with a foreign lady yelling at me and saying that my computer is in a “blocked state”. There was a number on the screen to call for support (and I know what you’re thinking: c’mon Alex, you’re smarter than this).
Not today. Today, I was the dumbass that fell for the oldest trick in the book. Long story short, I called the number. They told me to download something and OF COURSE I DID because *stupid* is my middle name!! However, I hung up when they asked personal questions (yeah, I know, I should’ve stopped way before) and my step-dad helped me delete everything on my computer and run a system check. Stay tuned.
Lastly, on a more positive note, it’s my college roommate’s 20th birthday!!!! #turnup. This will be our third year rooming together and I honestly wouldn’t have made it through my stressful-af first two years without her. You da bomb bae π
So the moral of today is don’t fall for stupid little fake “YOU HAVE A VIRUS, CALL THIS NUMBER” messages made by people who are too lazy to get a REAL job and make there own money and would rather steal other people’s hard earned money all day.
Don’t be like me(: