Singled Out

Usually I need to have a little liquid courage in me to be able to put fingers to computer. To try and write anything substantial. (HAHAHAHAHA) Which is why I haven't really been posting much. (Also take into consideration I started this blog 2 weeks ago.) I'm so broke that I haven't been able to purchase any alcohol, thus I haven't been getting as intoxicated as I like to be. (There IS however a gallon of Jim Beam in the kitchen that my grandma lets me drink, but only upstairs at the table because she thinks I'll get drunk and spill it everywhere [which, in hindsight is probably a warranted assumption] nevertheless! No drinking = no blogging.) UNTIL NOW!

I found a bar that sits literally 50 feet from the shore (did I mention I live at the beach?) and they have $4.75 New Castle, free WiFi and 10 flat screens that are constantly playing sports (did I mention a lot of guys come here?) so I've branded this my new blogging headquarters. And yes I realize that I said I don't have money for alcohol, and I know you're all like 'omg what a liar, she can spend money to drink at a bar but not at home?!' but I just decided today to not pay my phone bill until it gets shut off, so I've got $80 to spend until I receive my first paycheck.

Now, back to the basics..

Things have gotten out of control.

I'm getting flak from my teacher. Apparently she hates me. Which is completely undue because I think she's a fabulous teacher and I respect her and her profession. (HAHAHAHAH) What I don't APPRECIATE though is when she constantly asks me "Why are you even here?? You should probably be in another profession.." (Just because I hate everyone and am scared of sharp objects?) WHY AM I HERE?! I'm enrolled in this school and paying $9,000 that I don't have because I want to be here. I made a lot of sacrifices to go to that school, I wouldn't be there if I didn't want to learn as much as I possibly could about cosmetology. Not only does she ask me, and only me that question, but she asks me infront of the class. (All eyes on me!) And it all started because I told her I didn't need help plugging in a dryer. That has set the stage for the rest of the 10 months I have to be there.

Remember the baby mama from LA? Yeah, she gets worse. She's also fat. (Kirstie Alley fat. Except I like Kirstie.) Every word that comes out of her mouth is a lie. She actually had the arrogance to tell me she owns 1/3 of Walmart. Walmart,.. you know, the multi billion dollar company. The fact that she drives a 2000 Honda Civic with stripped paint tells me otherwise. The nerve of that child! (She also lied about her age, pffff) I find it absurd that my teacher, (correction, instructor) loves the cellulite out of her. She adores this girl! Seriously, what the fuck! Yesterday she was doing awful at fingerwaving and she got pissed, went to the bathroom, was in there for 5 minutes, 10 minutes later her 'mother' calls the school to talk to her, explains that fat girl's daughter has a fever so she is going to come pick fat girl up so she can take care of her. A, that's obviously not true. 2, fat girl didn't even ask her mother what her daughter's temp was, how she was doing, etc.. she just said 'ok come get me.' And then went into full detail about her daughter's state to the instructor. Who takes their 4 year old to the hospital for a fever?! Give me a break, she was just feeling sorry for herself because she was actually bad at something so she wanted to go home. And you just KNOWW that bitch is going to get full credit for the day.

XXXO
Miranda