we'll see..

i just got back from the mall where i FINALLY got my ears lowered. i don't remember the last time i got my hair cut.. i THINK that my cousin amanda was the last person to cut it and that was over a year ago when i went to her place for thanksgiving. i had even put in the EFFORT to try to get her to cut it again when i wished her a happy birthday on Facebook but she never got back to me about when i asked her to cut my hair. so.. i just said, "fuck it." and told my ils worker that i needed my haircut, she asked me where i usually got it cut and i told her that my cousin usually cut it but she never got back to me about the haircut on Facebook when i asked her about it, so my ils worker just helped me make an appointment at master cuts in the burnsville center today. when i went to get my hair cut, i gave the stylist a picture of how i wanted my hair and she said, "okay, i can do that. just a little layering then and shaping at the face?" and i said, "yeah." i was sitting there looking at the picture and the stylist said to another stylist, "she could be one of those models that you know.. you see in the hair styling pictures?" and the other stylist just said, "oh.. yeah.." then the stylist said, "yeah, because she has the look for it and everything." and i wasn't really paying attention to what the people were saying in order at the time, so i was just agreeing with what they were saying AND partly because it was so hot in the salon and they didn't have an air conditioner on (so i was getting a little loopy).. haha.. they probably thought, "what a vein little bitch." i'm not sure if i've been to that salon before.. something makes me say that i wanna say that i have been to that particular salon just for a trim with my grandma because i'm thinking that she was annoyed that she couldn't ever arrange an appointment to get my hair done with my cousin that would work for my cousin's schedule and my grandma just got fed up with it and made an appointment with this salon just that one time before she died. whatever.. i don't give a shit.. it's just my hair. it's not like it's gold or anything.. or a moneymaker YET.
i hope that i remembered to pack everything that i needed to pack for camp courage because i MORE THAN LIKELY forgot something and i WON'T be able to come home and get it. i'll be gone for 6 days i think.. 5 or 6 days. i'm going because it's just something to do and it was relatively fun last year.. i didn't mind it. other than occasionally getting bitched at for swearing (if i remember right).. i didn't have any complaints but they didn't really complain TOO much about the swearing because of my brain injury.. but they definitely frowned upon it, which was annoying to me but i can understand. it's not like i was just letting the swear words fly off the handle though and they STILL bitched at me for it (if i remember right). they were worse than when i lived at my grandparents' house and that wasn't very strict at all but they still said something occasionally (my grandpa just didn't like the F word.. which i NEVER said around him which was purely outta respect). i probably forgot to pack something and THIS is why brittney (my ILS worker last year) had helped me with packing my stuff for camp courage. i had called john and left him a message telling him that last year brittney had helped me with packing and he had actually called and left me a voice mail back CLAIMING that dana would call me and help me pack before i went on sunday and he made sure that she made rides and she was gonna make a return ride back from the camp (since i couldn't make one yet because it's too soon). we'll see if i ACTUALLY return from camp on the 21st now..