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Not much to report today, but I must say, even if I'm taking tiny steps, it feels good to be consistently moving forward. I'm learning that the adviser for my program is in charge of several other programs, financial aid, and a few other things, so the guy is way busy. I tried calling him the other day and didn't hear back, so I e-mailed him today with a long list of questions, mostly about how will I get me some money? I'll give him twenty-four hours on this one. Remember, kiddies, yes, everything in life is a test. And even if you opt for failure, you still might not be successful at it.
I really wish I had a film crew to document my journey toward becoming a barber. I'm just so lousy at social networking. Even writing about my journey feels obsolete on the internet, but I know this is better than the hoards of people following facebook pages and tweets about what so 'n so ate and what it looked like afterward.
I mean, hell, I remodeled the cat tower today. That would have been worth some film. Dumpster diving for remnants, battling with the cats climbing the curtains while wielding a hot glue gun. If America has taught us anything, it's that you can take a dysfunctional, unsuccessful business of any kind and make it profitable if you turn a camera on. Hell, Napoleon Dynamite taught us that even the most insipid people are interesting to watch if they're on a screen.
Although, I truly believe in Dog, I read his book after all, and by the way, he was a barber during his time in the pokey, (told you I have a degree in English), but look at all the bounty hunting shows that he spawned. Look at the tattoo shows, the motorcycles, shippers, truckers, packers, loggers, miners, animal cops, and hoarders for Christ's sake. All I'm saying is, if I turn on the TV and see a show about a barber and it's not me, I will snap my comb. I'm just as capable of giving bad hair cuts, yelling at people, and getting shitfaced as anyone. Ask my friends, they'd say more so. Even after I get my barbering certificate, I don't think my brother will trust me to cut his hair again. I've butchered that boy one too many times.
Speaking of combs, I will also try to use my shop to sell Americombs. They're awesome, wood combs. The only two outlets in the U.S. are in Honolulu and New York. Split the difference and sell some on Colorado? Hmmmmm.... Everybody should have a trusty wood comb if you ask me.
And in other non-related news. I've been working on creating a bitching query letter for my novel. I sent it to Query Shark, so we'll see if it is fit to go places. (I recently joined her blog, my first attempt at reaching out to others in cyberspace. For most of you, I know, I probably look like a baby who just learned how to blow snot bubbles). Hopefully I will land a good agent and get a book contract. Don't get me wrong, my number one dream is to be a novelist, but I'll still cut your hair.