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International and domestic trips.
4:09 p.m. on June 20, 2009
I went to Toronto, Ontario a few weeks ago. This young girl from England flew me there to do her hair. She is attending school there. I was in and out. I didn’t get to see any of the city, country, or Niagara Falls. Sucks but I had to be back in the states the following day to finish up homework projects. Yay… *drops head*
I went to Canadian Customs and they were grilling me so hard. I was talking to them for 15 minutes before they let me through. Maybe I look like a terrorist? Who knows, but they were grilling me trying to figure out which celebrity’s hair I was doing and what TV, hip hop group, or model agency she worked for… I was like the lady is NOT famous. I kept saying it over and over. They wanted to know how much money I was going to make on the trip, which hotel I was staying in, how long I was going to be staying… But all of that information was on the customs form you have to fill out before they stamp your passport. It was so lame. It happened twice on the way and on the way back to the states.
On the way back to sac I stopped in D.C for about 8 hours and hand lunch with some friends. They came to pick me up from the airport since my layover was so long. The reason for that is because they couldn’t find a pilot to fly the plane. Around 8pm I was sitting in the back of the plan spread across three chairs hoping the flight was smooth all the way home. I had been on 4 flights in less than 24 hours and I was just cranky, sleepy, and mad that At&t doesn’t have a coverage plan for Canada that didn’t cost as much as my paycheck. Lames.
The other thing I noticed about Canadians… everything is Americanized I was hoping it would be some drastic cultural freshness that I could get to experience during my short time there. The only exciting thing was that their money was colorful. They had the same TV shows as in America. They dressed, and talked just like us. I didn’t notice any unusual accents. I did notice there were lots of Indigenous, and Afro- European black people. They all had thick accents. You knew they were foreign. I don’t know maybe it was just my small interaction while I was there.
Nothing exciting has been going on really. I sit on my couch 8 to 15 hours a day sending out my resume, doing homework and twittering. I should stop twitting. Its time consuming … I even have it on my phone. Sometimes, I get off my ass and ride my new bike I got about a month ago. I like riding my bike I just hate packing it up and down the stairs.
I went to Denver, Colorado about five weeks ago. I met this lady who was trying to start a Cambodian hair business. The problem with that was I don’t think we would get along in the long run. I eventually told her I wasn’t interested in doing business with her after about two months of working out the operations agreement. It was something about her that made me uneasy. Everyone in her group left and I was the last one to leave being … I’m all optimistic. My biggest problem with her was that she only wanted to “harvest” Cambodian hair. She had connections but I kept trying to tell her we could get quality hair already processed any way we want for the same price she was paying the village people per inch. She was hard pressed on Cambodian hair or nothing at all. To me there needed to be more plan B’s and C’s I wasn’t comfortable with all the eggs in one basket. So our love affair ended. She hasn’t spoken or replied to my “I’m not interested in the business anymore” email. Guess I won’t be visiting Cambodia … whooo fucking hoo. I never wholeheartedly wanted to go in the first place.
A few nights ago I went to this country western bar. I met Tim Murphy. It was Karaoke night, and my friend Elizabeth was meeting her date? I don’t know what he was or what the deal was but The guy in question was the karaoke DJ, and invited Elizabeth and us…my sister, Yvonne, and myself. It was strange. Cause, well, I don’t listen to Tim Murphy. I have thoughts about him being washed up Grammy nominee country singer. Why else would he be hanging out in the slums, without paparazzi and body guards? He needs religion and a new hit song. Long story short some lady comes in the bar and sits next to the DJ who was courting Elizabeth and singing a duet… This new woman was very touchy feely with the DJ and I’m like hey Elizabeth who is that woman? She was like I don’t know and I don’t want to talk about it. That was all after my sister turned the Country Western bar into a Hip Hop and R&B club, picking songs like Bug-a-boo and Say my name by Destiny’s child. Oh and Killing me softly by the Fugees. Hilariousness at its finest. They were watching us and probably thinking “Elizabeth brought those niggers in here” lol we cleared out the bar and basically had our own party and Tim Murphy offered my sister to come sing one of his songs with him on stage at his upcoming concert. Now, she has aspirations of being a country western singer. Even more hilarious!
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