#i go to my grandparents every thursday to help babysit my little cousins and EVERY TIMEEEEEE every single time i go to the school the two

[ronanlynchbf]

STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS NEVER THAT SERIOUS!!!!!!! but it's whatever though like it's fine let's all just walk it off i think we should all just walk it off 🙏 peace and love

[myaekingheart]

summer road trip 2018 ; day three

I didn’t get a chance to write this out the day of in the hustle and bustle of everything so I‘m doing it now. At 1am on a Sunday night. Oops. But anyways, I slept better on Friday night than I did Thursday night so that was good, even though I shouldn’t have. I slept on the pullout couch in my parents’ hotel room and I could literally feel every single spring in the mattress so that wasn’t fun. And yet somehow I still slept pretty decently. We woke up early, got dressed and showered and whatnot and then we went downstairs for breakfast which was great. I was starving and they had pretty good food. I ate mini omelets and tater tots. We ran into my cousin, the one who was getting married that night, and her family down there, as well, and got to all eat together which was wonderful. I haven’t seen my cousin in ages but I feel like in a way we’re kind of like kindred spirits or whatever. We were really close when I was a kid-- she used to sleepover all the time and she and my aunt would always babysit me, and we had a great time every time even though we’re nine years apart. She was like the big sister I never had, really, and I regret moving away because it meant we drifted drastically. We both are kind of goofy and fun and have anxiety issues and our cats are basically twins so that’s cool. But anyways, so we eat breakfast together and then my dad dropped my mom and I off to go get our hair done. I was incredibly excited since I had really been looking forward to this. Not that I wasn’t excited for the wedding, too, because I was, but I’ve been meaning to get my hair cut for months. I just kept putting it off because I didn’t feel entirely comfortable walking into a Hair Cuttery in my town by myself and running the risk of running into someone I might know or something. I hadn’t gotten a haircut since last summer, though, when I got side swept bangs and layers and in the year since then, they‘ve both grown out and my hair ended up looking kind of lifeless and just...there. I really wanted to do the same sort of thing again, though, and really commit to the indie scene hairstyle I love so much (yeah, I know it’s outdated. Shoot me). My mom went so far as to make an appointment for us, too, which was even better. I was expecting the two of us to sit there getting our hair done shooting the shit and laughing and just having a great fucking time. But of course, let’s face it. This is me we’re talking about here and we all know my luck. We checked in and my mom got called back immediately. Meanwhile I sat there for thirty fucking minutes waiting for someone to call my name. People who had gotten there after me were getting called back before I did. I was about to have a fit. A part of me felt like I was going to cry. I felt left out, truthfully, watching my mom get her hair done meanwhile I was stuck back in the waiting area with no fucking clue how long I was going to be stuck there. I was panicking, truthfully. I started second guessing myself, thinking maybe this wasn’t worth it. Eventually, I did, in fact, finally get called back. I made friends with the girl who shampooed my hair which was probably the only good thing about this trip. Someone else was assigned to cut my hair and apparently no amount of meticulous preparation was enough. I had nearly 70 reference pictures of exactly what I wanted and what I got was honestly not even close. I will admit that there was at least one very valid excuse for why she fucked up and that was because the fire alarm randomly went off while she was doing my hair and she probably got flustered and disoriented or something. Nobody had any idea what was going on and it was clearly stressful for everyone so I mean, I will put that into consideration. Still, though, I don’t think that’s a good enough excuse for what she did. I’ll start with the more tolerable fuck-up: the layers. In that I swear she didn’t give me any. I was watching her cut my hair and I mean, it looked like she was cutting layers into it so I was really confused when, at the end of it all, I looked at my hair and there are legit no fucking layers in there. It’s all one even length. I would know. I got layers last time and it was very clear that I had layers. The most intolerable fuck-up, however, were the bangs. I cannot even begin to explain how disappointed and depressed I am about how she cut my bangs. She apparently had absolutely no idea what the fuck she was doing. She asked me what side I normally part my hair and I told her on the right and so she started cutting with the intention of them sweeping to the right. I told her she could probably tell which part of my hair was once my bangs the last time I got them cut because they were shorter than everywhere else, and she asked me if I wanted them the same thickness. When I told her I wanted them thicker, she looked at me like I had three heads. But I had a goal. I had something in mind. I wanted that typical indie scene hair where your bangs start all the way back at, like, your crown and are all brushed forward. So at least she cut them at the right thickness, even if she thought it was blasphemous. The way she cut them was the most horrendous fucking thing I have ever seen, though. She said something about angling them but the way she worded it made me confused and question whether she really knew what she was doing. I learned quickly that she most definitely did not. Instead of cutting them angling downward like a normal human being, she cut them nearly straight across from, like, the start of my ear to my nose. The only hindrance on the straightness was that it was longer nearer to my face. Like inverted side swept bangs. When she was finished, she asked me how I liked it with this look on her face like “What the fuck kind of weird-ass alien style do you even have?” I lied and told her I loved it. The reasoning behind this was two-fold: I didn’t want her to feel bad if I bitched, and if I bitched I didn’t want her to try and fix it because I knew she’d only make it worse. Afterward I wanted nothing more than to run to the hotel room and just fucking disappear but my mom had some other errands to run and truthfully, I did, too, so we ran to Ulta and got her some new mascara and Old Navy to get me some new flip-flops because the cats completely ruined my old ones (which, truthfully, were ready to go anyways since I’ve had them since like freshman year of high school if not longer). When we were finally done with that, my dad picked us up and let’s just say he definitely didn’t think either of our looked great, either. My mom got a long, layered bob which the hairdresser curled with a flat iron and it looked really cute except for around the face where they curled a few small pieces far too tight which my dad said made her face look heavier and I thought it made her more resemble a poodle or something. At least for her it was an easy fix. I promised I’d work with it myself and make it look better, since I already had in mind exactly what I was going to do with it. My case was much more dire. I had no idea how to fucking fix this mess that this hairdresser made of my hair, and that was terrifying to me. I’ve always been really opinionated about my hair, and it’s kind of a massive source of my self esteem. When I chopped off twenty inches after graduating high school, I had a minor crisis. So you can only imagine how much this affected me. At least the good thing is that I am a wizard at making bad hair look good and messing with hair. That’s one thing cosplaying Disney princesses has taught me. My Ariel wig was bought on sale at a Halloween store and it took me two hours to tease the bangs and shape them into what they are now. I feel like if you look at it, you’d never guess it was $15 from Spirit. But human hair isn’t like wig hair. It’s softer and has a mind of it’s own. And this was perhaps the most horrifyingly drastic case I had ever been subjected to. I feel blessed to have discovered that my bangs looked better if I parted my hair on the opposite side, even if I hate having to do that. One of the big reasons I part my hair on the right all the time is because I have some really intense dry scalp issues on that side only and when I part my hair on the right, it means it’s easier to cover. Plus both Violet Parr and Rapunzel have their hair parted on the right and it made me happy knowing I did the same. Now that my bangs are completely fucked up, though, I have no choice but to revert to the left. Once I discovered how much better it looked when I did this, though, it made fixing it up a lot easier. The minute I got back to the hotel, I made a beeline for the bathroom with a pair of shitty orange scissors (you know, the kind literally everyone has that are dull and from, like, the 90s) and basically went to town. I brushed my bangs forward so that it would start from the crown and snipped side pieces so that I turned this:

Into this (after I also styled it for the wedding):

I feel really grateful I was able to fix it to where it was at least tolerable but my heart still breaks every time I think about what happened and how it’s still not exactly what I want, even after going at it myself. I might just have to go to a hair dresser somewhere in my town when I get home and ask for layers because I was about to do them myself but then I realized I had no idea what I was doing and I didn’t want to make myself practically bald for the wedding. Curling my hair helped a lot, too, since it made my hair look a little more put together and made my bangs look more like what I intended. My hair, both fixing it and then styling it for the wedding, definitely took the longest out of all of my wedding prep, though. I somehow managed to finish my makeup in, like, ten minutes which I thought was pretty impressive. Once I was finished, I helped my mom with her hair and my dad went down to the lobby to bring my grandparents up so we could load my stuff into their car. We decided that because my parents wanted to go around meeting up with friends and drinking on Sunday, and I’m not legal yet and would be insanely bored, I was going to go home from the reception with my grandparents and spend the day with them instead. The only issue was trying to figure out how to get my stuff into their car since my parents were taking the shuttle to the venue and my grandparents didn’t want to come back to the hotel afterward. We resolved to, obviously, have them stop by our place first, load my stuff into their car, and then we’d all leave. I ended up going with them to the wedding while my parents waited for the shuttle over, rather than them pile in with us and only take the shuttle back. My cousin and her fiance got married at a golf resort which I know sounds weird when you first say it but it really was beautiful. When we entered the lobby, there was a glass table in the center with lanterns and pictures of the happy couple. The employees asked everyone to make their way back to the small bar room so as to not congest the entryway. My dad got him and my mom a beer which they then took to the ceremony with them (but then again, my cousin and her fiance are in the brewery business so I mean, the alcohol was a-flowing). The ceremony took place outside “in the woods”, so to speak. When I first heard that, I was expecting a half mile trek into the deep wilderness with bugs and humidity but instead it was right on the edge of the golf course in front of a relatively thick layer of trees. There was a beautiful little arch made of wood and leaves and they were married by a female minister the fiance knew from his youth group as a kid. It was really a gorgeous wedding and everyone cried. My heart melted when the fiance walked up the aisle already crying, and then my cousin surprised him by walking up the aisle to what was his grandparent’s favorite song. After they were officially married, they and the rest of the bridal party ran off to get formal pictures taken while everyone migrated to a patio for cocktails and hors d’ourves. I didn’t eat anything there mainly because my stomach has been finicky and I didn’t really want to push my luck but it was weird to hear my dad say I could have an alcoholic drink if I wanted to so long as my mom got it for me instead of him (for reasons I‘m not going to delve into). I guess he figures with my turning 21 in a week, he’s cutting me some slack and letting me break the rules a bit since I’m so close. I mean, he let me take sips from an alcohol-filled pineapple last summer, too, so.... But anyways, I resolved not to drink anyways because the idea of breaking the law essentially made me anxious, even if it wasn’t technically a huge problem in this case. Cocktails lasted about an hour, during which one of my aunts and uncles gave me my birthday present early (some money and a really awesome collectible Audrey Hepburn lunchbox which my aunt said she found last summer and hasn’t seen the likes of which since) and then everyone filtered into the ballroom for dinner and dancing. I only did one of the two and that was dinner. We had fancy salads (that were legit greens wrapped in a shred of cucumber and it looked cool as fuck), lemon sherbet for a palette cleanser, filet mignon and shrimp with some roasted veggies and mashed potatoes on what I‘m pretty sure was a mushroom??? And then there was an entire room dedicated to dessert, and tons of pizza was delivered at 10pm because why the fuck not. I only ate a bit of the sherbet and then a good deal of the entree and then stopped there because, again, I didn’t want to test my finicky stomach. I spent the night watching all the important dances like the newlyweds first dance, the father-daughter dance between my cousin and uncle, and my mom twirling around the flower girls. Since I under very few circumstances will ever dance, I expected to be really bored the entire night, as I usually am at weddings. Instead, I ended up having a fantastic time talking with one of my cousins who also cosplays. We ended up out in the hallway having a massive fangirly conversation about our favorite characters, our cosplaying, cartoons, video games. It was great. And truthfully, it was the first time we had ever really actually had a full conversation together. We’re friends on social media and shit, of course, but that’s nothing compared to actual, live conversations. It made the night go by much quicker, and much more enjoyably, to be quite honest. So after that and witnessing party crashers, my “I know my limits” father run by me with cake and ice cream yelling “GET JIMMIES! NOT SPRINKLES, JIMMIES!!”, and the groom hoisted onto someone’s shoulders chugging beer and fist bumping, my grandparents decided it was time to head out and so the three of us said our goodbyes to everyone and started the trek home. It was a 45min drive apparently but it felt way shorter either because it really was, or maybe that’s just what a total of 16 hours in a car previously does to you. But anyways, when we got home, my grandfather unloaded the car and I moved into their guest bedroom and we basically all just went to sleep. If we could even sleep. My allergies have been flaring like crazy lately, probably because the pollen is different here and the trees are still a little bare from winter, so I pretty much slept with a box of tissues in my bed but I mean, whatever. At least I slept at all, you know?