Monday Monday.

Nothing extremely exciting happened today.

I did get a hair cut. I didn't go to my usual Asian salon because well the stylist had an attitude about me going to another place and getting a trim. She was like, "Why didn't you come here?" and I told her that I was too busy with school and work to drive thirty minutes to get my hair cut! Anyway, my sister suggested I go to Salon del Sol, which is an expensive place, but the lady she recommended to me was good. I drove twenty-five (!) minutes to this specific location. The overall process took about an hour as opposed to the twenty to thirty minutes at my usual place. The stylist at Salon del Sol took her time and even engaged me in conversation, which was good because I tend to fall asleep. She washed my hair before and after the whole cutting and styling. That was fun! I never had my head messaged before. I really like my hair. It's a bit too short, but it'll grow back. I will say that $25 might be a bit steep, but totally worth the happiness. :P That was basically my day.

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I chose number 2.

Writing prompt: Choose one of the following and take about 10 minutes to write down what comes to mind.

1. talk about a time you stole something

2. write about a time you felt elated, but don't use the word "happy"

3. write about a time you felt miserable, but don't use the words "tears" or "sad"

4. write about a time you felt pissed off, but don't use the word "angry"

5. write about a time you felt at peace, but don't use the word "content"

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As I waited in line, the butterflies in my stomach fluttered more. The knowledge of the hour wait was devastasting. I couldn't help but keep shifting my weight from either foot or just finding something to catch my eye, like a cute guy. The line moves. The butterflies flap their wings faster. This isn't the first time I've felt this way. Job interviews, going to a new place without directions, and calling someone gives me a case of "the butterflies."

The line moves again. This time it's time to split into smaller lines that determine seating position. Time seems to slow down every second. The car pulls around and it's finally my turn! The funky dressed people make sure my safety mechanism is safe. After what seems forever, the car moves. the chains catch onto the cat and pull it uphill. The butterflies will surely die of flapping exhaustion. "I can see our car from here," I think to myself. As the car rounds the top of the hill, I feel as if I'm on cloud nine. As the wind rushes past my face, my smile touches each ear and I can feel the butterflies escape my mouth as I yell in ecstacy.