I enjoy being a girl

I have found a song that I like so very much for it is how I feel. Oh maybe the words about "frilly" dresses isn't quit right but I do so enjoy the dress that flaters my figure.  I do so enjoy the things that make me the girl I am. The fact that I am weaker than the average man does not make me mad nor upset the competitive in me.  I like the fact that I know less about cars than most men or that I enjoy making pies.  Oh if you heard this song and then thought of all the things you think you know about me you will think that somehow I have gotten it wrong.  That somehow I misrepresent myself.  Either in my every day life or in this post. I have gone through stages of wanting so badly to be seen as an "equal" to the male species but I see that I am. No I am not one of them. No I do not have the same qualitys that men have. Where I am equal is that I was created by the God of the universe, I was made to live and love and hope and dream, I was created in the image of God. I am equal and i love being a girl.

Hours, so many hours.

Well if I have calculated correctly, this time next week I will have more than enough hours for my apprenticeship. This Is a new thought of freedom I did not expect nor do I know what to do with. The reason I call it freedom and nothing else is for the fact that when I am done and licensed I could move anywhere in the country (outside of Quebec and Newfoundland) and apply for and get a job as a fully licensed Hairstylist. Oh the endless possebilitys, Oh the places I could go. And yet, and yet what?, and yet I like it here.  I like this city and I love my place.  I love the age I am and I love the life I live.  I have been offerd and oppertunity to travel with a friend a very long distance for a very long time and even this is hard for me to truelly want to do. I want to but there is a part of me that hopes I am finely settling down. But I am young why settle now? We'll see. I still haven't decided.

Fake nail/s

Okey so the big rage for the girls these days are these fake nails. Not just the kind you glue on and expect to have fall off in a few short days. No, these are either gel or acrylic. Now here is what all they entail. You get the first set of nails created on your own nail and within two weeks you are back to get them filled. You see it is something like getting your hair coloured, there are roots cause the natural does not stop growing. These nails are much stronger than your own origanal nail and also keep the polish on till it grows off. There are bonuses to these things like the fact that you could open a seeled canning jar with them. I wanted to see if I could create these things cause they are much harder to do than it looks. I did one on my left hand pinky finger and wow is it strange. your nail is ten times thicker than normal and it feels as though it's clashing with everything. now my nails do not grow well so the length I have right now feels sooooooooo long. I do not believe I will be doing any more and once this one grows off I'll leave it. Theywould not do well for playing the violin and I even notice it now as I type this out. not for me in the end.

Time goes by

I know you all come here faithfully each day hoping against all fainting hopes that I will have posted the latest in my doings and musings. Well my dearest readers here I am again.

My Job manages daily to increase and confuse, frustrate and elate me. You see as my clientele builds in numbers my time towards cleaning the salon dwindles. I fear the dust rises higher each passing day. Not only that it is the year end for the salon and because my boss so hates to do the inventory it is put in my caring hands. (the ones that I am seeing fumble so badly)(I am finding myself to be one of the most klutzy people I know. I always imagined myself as elegant not so much elephant)(but what the truth won't do to one when their eyes are opened. It jumps on you and sticks).

In my personal life I have started to create again and it sure feels good. I had, for some time there stopped all actions of creating and it is almost a painful experience. The created being is created by the creator to create. I have again organized my small Watership down to make it just a bit more sufficient, it is now much easier to make it a mess. AS one corner cleans up the other magically scatters itself across my floor. (NO it is not truly magic I would just like to blame something other than myself, for it is true that I make the messes in this place. Who else could do it? Not the spiders, I know that much is true.)

"Where have all the flowers gone long time passing?" "To everyones yard but mine" Gack is this yard ugly and I have no clue how to do this yard work thing. Especially with the lack of tools. I am slowly working at it but the ambition is constantly muted by the fact that I might be here only one year more, for it is only a rented home that I have here. Though if life continues on as it so easily does I might forget that it is passing and be here much longer.

Salute to you.