Stupid hairdressers, early morning pracitcies, and other things I hate.

So last night I had planned to stay up far to late for my own good, get up at as close to 9 as humanly possible with out being late to practice. Assuming practice ended at 11 I would only be 10mins late to the hair dresser lady who was SUPPOSED to cut my hair. I was not looking foward to this, they usually screw it up and I must go threw the mad dash of doom. More on that later.

I should have like 5hrs of down time between the hair lady and the 6 o'clock party. Oh did I mention that this party is Mary Kay? No? Yes I the girl who was last in her class to wear make up shall go and try 300 colors of the same pink lipgloss. I'm going for the free pizza. Party ending Noon on Sunday, then it was a nice cruze to monday morning.

At least that was the plan.

I had assumed we had practice this morning considering we allways do. It is after all the only logical thought process. Thats what thinking does for you folks! IT SCREWS YOU UP! I didn't know what time this said practice was however. So I was HOPING Jon would get on so I could ask him if the guys had practce. If they did we had it at 12, if they didn't we were back to square 1, sense he didn't know we were on square -1. Great. Now I suppose I could have called someone and asked. I don't think their mothers would have been to happy with a 1a.m phone call though do you? Of corse not that would be foolish!

I called at 8a.m on a Saturday insted. By this point I was wondering if we even had practice. Laura was aslepp, I guess she wasn't planning to attend. Kristen was aslepp. I think I missed something. Laura calls me back and says " My logic is that sense he didn't inform us of practice we should have to go." Makes sense, now, not when I'm running laps. But hell I"m not going if shes not.

So its off to the hair lady who was SUPPOSED to cut it, all she actually did was wash it and make it look bad. The mad dash of doom began to wash it, blowdry it and all that other wonderful stuff. Gee it looks the SAME!  My mother had something to do with it I'm sure...

Speaking of mom guess what party she's going to? Yep MY PARTY! Ug, not cool, she does it just to tick me off I know it. We shall see.