Beauy school in the future?

So I had dark hair for a few years. This is me today------------>

This was me in February below bottom. The one on the below middle was in May. I had been growing my hair out and a month ago I went to a friend's hairdresser (a little gay man, the type of hair dresser I like least) and he cut it right back to where it was last February. I hated him till about yesterday. Actually I till hate my hair cut but I've gotten used to it. I've been keeping my own color since I'm unemployed (still) and have no extra $100 to have it professionaly done. I think it looks pretty good. Maybe I just need to go to Beauty School and become a colorist.

Alpha Xi Delta

Some how back in April I got conned into becoming the alumni president of the non profit corporation that runs the housing for my sorority at the University of Washington. It's been fun. The house director whent missing when I was in Maui, it turned out to be job and apartment abandonment. I ended up making her old apartment my art studio the last week of school (finals) so I could be the representative who checked them out. I tossed almost 4 file drawers of old files from past house directors and had to organize and toss all the things the woman who had just quit had left behind, basicly her entire sad life. But I painted too. It was kinda fun.

The next week one of the girls and myself went and ordered 70 new dining room chairs from Design Within Reach. Excellent. Then we found a good deal on a dinning table, ordered those too. Nine of them. That was the easy part.
Since then I have fired the cook, need to find a new one. Waiting on a background check. Hired an awesome almni Grad Student to be the new House Mom. Run an inventory of all the items that belong to the house, furniture, dishes, glasses, silverware...thanks Molly, Sara, Katherine, and Alicia for helping!!

Had a yard sale, during which I was sick and on drugs as I had blown out my ear drum (worst pain ever) 2 days before. Still haven't received the emergency room bill. Thank God for Vicodin.



The dining room needed to be painted. So I got bids for wallpaper removal/covering...whatever just so it will be ready to paint. There turned out to be up to 12+ layers of paper and the first guys that started it quit two hours into the job. I was so pissed. This morning another random Mexican painter called me saying he would do the job, well at least look at it. So I made a deal. Gave him the code to the front door and am hoping for the best. Because this doesn't look good.