my secret life as a valley girl

okay, I don't have a secret life as a valley girl. But I got my hair cut today, and the hairdresser blowdried my hair straight, so I kinda look like a valley girl now. Hopefully that will pass as soon as I wash it and the nappy-head returns.

I finally learned my lesson and stopped going to the posh salon downtown. Why I ever started going there, I'll never know--they're really expensive and kinda snooty, but they lure you in with their "I'm so cool and you could be too" ambiance. But after two chin-length hair cuts when I asked for shoulder-length, I decided that they were a little too cool for me. So, after work today, I walked three doors down to my local beauty shop (yes, we still call them that in our little Dean Heights Shopping Centre), and an hour later I walked out with my self-image intact. Plus I got to know Carly the Hair-Dresser-Gal, an artist who wants to study psychology and has actually been to the Place a few times. All in all, a pretty good way to spend an afternoon. So no more visits to posh salons for me--the local beauty/barber shop is where it's at, folks.