August 14, 2015
Right, so obviously this whole daily situation, I'm shit at committing at. Oh well. Today I learned that I have been accepted into Paul Mitchell. Well thats what my parents said because they called. We'll see when I get the letter though.
While I was at the beach today trying to get cancer whilst soaking up the sun, i realized something. If you let loose a little bit and embrace your inner child and roll around in that sand with no regrets and play in the water; you'll have treated yourself to a great exfoliant!
well i suppose this post has gone to shit.
its now august 20th. I have gotten my acceptance letter from paul mitchell (granted i got it about 4 days ago). I'm shit at this.
oh well. I went to see a friend of mine up in Yorba Linda which is about an hour away from where I am. I didn't get stuck in traffic which is a miracle because "you know, LA traffic, how the city's slow." But yeah all good. I am still basically friend-less but I have been getting lunch with my cousin's this week so i have been pretty busy. I'm excited that tomorrow I have nothing planned for myself to do. Maybe I'll order shit off line that i really dont need because I can. Maybe i will go to the mall and buy clothes i actually need. I can't keep wearing the same pair of jean shorts and act like its okay. I wish there were actual seasons here. I want winter and fall. I'm ready for the cold as I sit in my bedroom sweating. I wake up in the morning cold but up until i fall asleep i am sweating. oh well.
this was a good run. Im going to publish this. I mean its not like anyone ever reads these. Maybe I can do a monthly favorites.. that would be more interesting i suppose. i mean that was the point of this blog thing. I plan on posting basically what ever the crap I want. And yes, i know that sometimes my i is capitalized and sometimes it isn't. and sometimes i use an apostrophe and sometimes i dont.
Have a lovely day.
ps louis said "i have loved HIM since we were 18" just saying. its a good day.
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Day 5 and 6
August 11 and 12, 2015
I should probably start this post off with something interesting but right now all thats going through my brain is just about nothing.
Right well I went and toured Toni and Guy and now I am caught between the two so we will see what happens.
My parents, sister and I went to Palm Springs to visit my grandparents and let me tell you, its hotter than Hades ass crack there. No joke 113 degrees.
I wish I could make this post 100% better but I have no idea how.
so here are some random facts:
Coca-Cola was originally green.
First Novel ever written on a type writer was Tom Sawyer.
The Hawaiian alphabet has 12 letters.
It is impossible to lead a cow down stairs
its still august but remember people. Christmas is right around the corner!
thats all i've got today..
I should probably start this post off with something interesting but right now all thats going through my brain is just about nothing.
Right well I went and toured Toni and Guy and now I am caught between the two so we will see what happens.
My parents, sister and I went to Palm Springs to visit my grandparents and let me tell you, its hotter than Hades ass crack there. No joke 113 degrees.
I wish I could make this post 100% better but I have no idea how.
so here are some random facts:
Coca-Cola was originally green.
First Novel ever written on a type writer was Tom Sawyer.
The Hawaiian alphabet has 12 letters.
It is impossible to lead a cow down stairs
its still august but remember people. Christmas is right around the corner!
thats all i've got today..
Day 4
Monday, August 10, 2015
This morning I woke up to the news that Tyga bought Kylie a Ferrari for her birthday. Like what? Where can I find myself someone to love but also has a lot of money. Sure that sounds bad but isn't that some people's dreams? I'm hoping that I will, or that my income and my partners' put together will have us sitting comfortably. Whether that is in a small cozy apartment or in a luxurious house in LA.
Anyways last night I was looking over my layout and the whole point of this is to "make a name for myself." Well not really but thats just what I put down forever ago before I actually went through with this. Right! So my point is that im not going to go through with the whole fake names thing because that is going to get so hard to keep track of. Right so here I will tell you a little about myself.
My name is Rachel. I am the youngest of 4. I have brown hair that I am itching to dye. I have two older brothers and an older sister. I am 18 years old. This post is 3 days late. Its whatever. shit happens I guess. I just moved from Indiana to California to live with my aunt. I want to be a cosmetologist. Have you ever heard of Lou Teasedale? She's my inspiration. What she does is travel with One Direction and does their hair and make up. What is better than that? Traveling the world while getting to do the job you love. I don't think it gets much better than that. I mean I guess if I had like any musical talent what so ever I could be the entertainer but you know, I don't.
I came to California believing that the school I wanted to go to was Paul Mitchell, and then it was Toni and Guy. So today (august 10th) I went to Paul Mitchell school to check it out and see how they ran it. I previously visited a Paul Mitchell in Indiana and fell in love there as well. But then I have been hearing so much about Toni and Guy that I am confused. But leaving Paul Mitchell today it is where my heart is set.
This morning I woke up to the news that Tyga bought Kylie a Ferrari for her birthday. Like what? Where can I find myself someone to love but also has a lot of money. Sure that sounds bad but isn't that some people's dreams? I'm hoping that I will, or that my income and my partners' put together will have us sitting comfortably. Whether that is in a small cozy apartment or in a luxurious house in LA.
Anyways last night I was looking over my layout and the whole point of this is to "make a name for myself." Well not really but thats just what I put down forever ago before I actually went through with this. Right! So my point is that im not going to go through with the whole fake names thing because that is going to get so hard to keep track of. Right so here I will tell you a little about myself.
My name is Rachel. I am the youngest of 4. I have brown hair that I am itching to dye. I have two older brothers and an older sister. I am 18 years old. This post is 3 days late. Its whatever. shit happens I guess. I just moved from Indiana to California to live with my aunt. I want to be a cosmetologist. Have you ever heard of Lou Teasedale? She's my inspiration. What she does is travel with One Direction and does their hair and make up. What is better than that? Traveling the world while getting to do the job you love. I don't think it gets much better than that. I mean I guess if I had like any musical talent what so ever I could be the entertainer but you know, I don't.
I came to California believing that the school I wanted to go to was Paul Mitchell, and then it was Toni and Guy. So today (august 10th) I went to Paul Mitchell school to check it out and see how they ran it. I previously visited a Paul Mitchell in Indiana and fell in love there as well. But then I have been hearing so much about Toni and Guy that I am confused. But leaving Paul Mitchell today it is where my heart is set.
Monday, August 10, 2015
Day 3
August 9th, 2015
To be honest, I do not even know where I am going to go with this; but I suppose I should start with the date.. I have decided that just like any other paper or assignment I have ever received that I will wait to the absolute last minute of the day to begin a post. By now it is already 12:48 am, my twenty year old sister has been asleep next to me for at least two hours whilst I have managed to kill my sleepless night with Tumblr, Netflix and adding things to my wish list on amazon. Now I am wondering if I should bite the bullet and sign up for amazon prime for my next day shipping; but then again if someone who I live with has it why don't I just barrow theirs? I guess my night isn't very sleepless; I suppose because it's not even 1 am yet. I am supposed to be dragged down from jet-lag at the moment; the monster that anyone who travels knows likes to sneak up on you at any given moment of the day. For me, if I was still back at home it would only be now, 3:51 am.
I suppose this would be a good time to explain why my title is 2,000 mile journey. The answer is simple, my home town is approximately 2,106 miles from my current place of residence. Give or take a few miles. I am going to take this blog and make it my very public diary. For all I know this could get zero views and making it my virtual diary. Blogging will hold me to any sort of responsibility to keep track of my life. I've spent numerous times trying to create a habit of writing a journal and I have come up hopeless. Someone once told me that it took 10 days or something to create a habit, but I have just googled it and google told me it takes 21 days; and the internet never lies. So bare with me on this messy journal that is bound to late posts, multiple days in one posts, and numerous amounts of grammatical errors. I can feel my best friend cringing in her sleep all the way back home (if she is to ever find this) and read over all my mistakes knowing she has taught me better.
This starts out as Day 3 because I have currently been in California for 3 days. My first day was only about an hour long due to my day of traveling so that day was completely irrelevant to this journal. But it was the first step in me moving.
Day two was spent helping my brother and his friends move out of their apartment, still not too exciting. But that night my parents and my sister flew in and got here at 11 pm. I was already at our hotel, in charge of letting them in when they arrived. According to them they had been banging on the door; I didn't hear anything so I believe they are lying to me.. I don't really remember anything until I opened the door and greeted them with "im so tired." My sister, and for the whole sake of anonymously doing this and keeping it private, I'm giving myself a fake name along with the people I surround myself with; my sister's name is Nicole because I know I will refer to her more than 10 times and saying "my sister" is annoying and repetitive. Anyways, she claims that when I answered my phone I said something about peanuts before actually waking up and registering the fact that I am talking to people on the phone.
Day 3 was spent celebrating my aunt's birthday. It was nice to see everyone in my family. Now that I have moved here I am able to see them all more often. Before I would only see my relatives once a year. I am the last of my siblings to move out here and its about damn time. I can't help that I am the youngest in my family.
Right, so this whole blogging thing has a lot of potential but as of right now I am just getting started. And in all honesty, I probably won't ever read these posts over. Because you don't do that when you write it a journal, so why would I? So please bare with me and stay along for the ride. Tomorrow I suppose I could tell you a little about myself to help get the ball rolling. How embarrassing, I've been rambling on about my life but you don't even know my name (the fake one i guess), my worst habits, my goals in life, my celebrity crush, or even the color of my hair. People reading this now, welcome to my life; we're in this for the long ride. We're basically married now, don't give up on us now. It's only the beginning.
To be honest, I do not even know where I am going to go with this; but I suppose I should start with the date.. I have decided that just like any other paper or assignment I have ever received that I will wait to the absolute last minute of the day to begin a post. By now it is already 12:48 am, my twenty year old sister has been asleep next to me for at least two hours whilst I have managed to kill my sleepless night with Tumblr, Netflix and adding things to my wish list on amazon. Now I am wondering if I should bite the bullet and sign up for amazon prime for my next day shipping; but then again if someone who I live with has it why don't I just barrow theirs? I guess my night isn't very sleepless; I suppose because it's not even 1 am yet. I am supposed to be dragged down from jet-lag at the moment; the monster that anyone who travels knows likes to sneak up on you at any given moment of the day. For me, if I was still back at home it would only be now, 3:51 am.
I suppose this would be a good time to explain why my title is 2,000 mile journey. The answer is simple, my home town is approximately 2,106 miles from my current place of residence. Give or take a few miles. I am going to take this blog and make it my very public diary. For all I know this could get zero views and making it my virtual diary. Blogging will hold me to any sort of responsibility to keep track of my life. I've spent numerous times trying to create a habit of writing a journal and I have come up hopeless. Someone once told me that it took 10 days or something to create a habit, but I have just googled it and google told me it takes 21 days; and the internet never lies. So bare with me on this messy journal that is bound to late posts, multiple days in one posts, and numerous amounts of grammatical errors. I can feel my best friend cringing in her sleep all the way back home (if she is to ever find this) and read over all my mistakes knowing she has taught me better.
This starts out as Day 3 because I have currently been in California for 3 days. My first day was only about an hour long due to my day of traveling so that day was completely irrelevant to this journal. But it was the first step in me moving.
Day two was spent helping my brother and his friends move out of their apartment, still not too exciting. But that night my parents and my sister flew in and got here at 11 pm. I was already at our hotel, in charge of letting them in when they arrived. According to them they had been banging on the door; I didn't hear anything so I believe they are lying to me.. I don't really remember anything until I opened the door and greeted them with "im so tired." My sister, and for the whole sake of anonymously doing this and keeping it private, I'm giving myself a fake name along with the people I surround myself with; my sister's name is Nicole because I know I will refer to her more than 10 times and saying "my sister" is annoying and repetitive. Anyways, she claims that when I answered my phone I said something about peanuts before actually waking up and registering the fact that I am talking to people on the phone.
Day 3 was spent celebrating my aunt's birthday. It was nice to see everyone in my family. Now that I have moved here I am able to see them all more often. Before I would only see my relatives once a year. I am the last of my siblings to move out here and its about damn time. I can't help that I am the youngest in my family.
Right, so this whole blogging thing has a lot of potential but as of right now I am just getting started. And in all honesty, I probably won't ever read these posts over. Because you don't do that when you write it a journal, so why would I? So please bare with me and stay along for the ride. Tomorrow I suppose I could tell you a little about myself to help get the ball rolling. How embarrassing, I've been rambling on about my life but you don't even know my name (the fake one i guess), my worst habits, my goals in life, my celebrity crush, or even the color of my hair. People reading this now, welcome to my life; we're in this for the long ride. We're basically married now, don't give up on us now. It's only the beginning.
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