I am a doll.

            Bahahhaa. My coworker, Karol, came in two hours late today. He forgot to set his alarm. Aldona had a headache. Karol laughed and said out of all of us, I probably feel the best. True story. Nothing significant happened in work otherwise, today. Oh wait, wait! I lied! So, I’ve determined I am magical, for many reasons, but today’s reason? This morning, I woke up trying to plan out my day, and I thought to myself: It would be wonderful if they ordered pierogi at work today. At around noon, Milena walks into our room and asks, “Would anyone be up to something from Pierogowa?” I swear, my eyes must’ve lit up then and there. Within a few seconds I replied, “Yes, blueberry.” Aldona was also greatly pleased by the offering of pierogi.

            Unfortunately, when it came time to order, they said they had no blueberry pierogi. D: MUCH sadness. So I got strawberry instead. Which… I determined again, still are far from the wonders that are blueberry pierogi. Really, nothing beats it. Although, today was the first day I critiqued pierogi. The dough was a bit weak, to be honest. I mean, I still loved them, bits and pieces, but the dough was not as satisfying as normal. Which means, if I’m making such critiques, I am truly turning into a master of pierogi. Mwahahaha. All that means is that I am understanding the finer parts of pierogi making, which is excellent, as I want to be the very best (at making pierogi), like no one ever was. … Ignore the Pokemon reference. I felt it fit.

            Besides that, slow day. After work, I went to the post office to buy some stamps and send off more cards! This time I accidentally bought normal postage… as opposed to priority… …….. This is going to be very interesting as to how long it takes. So, as a note. I want Ani, Sarah, my parents, Megan, Stephen, and Sam (PA) to look out for when they receive their postcards… I won’t tell which of you lucky two got priority mailing from my previous batch. Then, I went to the bank to take care of some stuff.

            I went to the tram and then went to Galeria Dominikańska to wait for Agata to pick me up for our salon date. Oh, today was a day of planning. At work, I talked to my uncle about the next week and my plans for moving out, and I talked to my aunt in Gdynia in front of the Galeria to figure out if I can visit next week. I found out that my uncle will be returning from the sea next week too! :D AHHH! Perfect timing! (I don’t think I got to see him last year. We barely passed in times, I think. :( It was sad.) So yeah. Things are winding down for my time in Wrocław, which is bizarre. It was hilarious, cause I stood in front of the map at the Galeria which showed museums and stuff, and I was like, oh that and that and that would be interesting! I’ll just go in one of… my… free… afternoons? Which is when I realized, that’s not happening. Tomorrow, laundry. Laundrylaundrylaundry (See how much I fail at laundry?). Friday, either hanging out with Michał’s family or going out and about town, Saturday, George Michael, Sunday, Strzelin, Monday, Mormons (tehe), Tuesday, Strzelin, Wednesday, leave for Gdynia/Bydgoszcz. … So much for free time! At least now I’m busy. It’s good.

            Eventually, Agata came and I hopped into her car and we drove off to the salon! Let me tell you something, when I was younger, and we traveled to Poland more often, my mom would essentially wait to get a haircut in Poland. Why? Because, sorry, America, but the hair stylists here are better. You see, in Poland, there are as many salons as there are churches and banks combined in Maryville (for you non-Maryvillians, that’s a lot; there is three hair salons on my very short street, that I know of). Therefore, there’s a lot of competition, and you have to be good. You can’t muck around. I love it how here, you go, and they immediately know what’s going to the best style for you. They obviously will let you choose as well, but if you’re oblivious like me, you just want someone to tell you what’s going to look good on you, because you really aren’t certain of what to do yourself. That’s why it’s their job. They are supposed to know what styles look good on what face shapes. It is their job. Not mine.

            That’s why I loved going today. I sat down in the chair, the hair stylist started to play with my hair and look at my face and make comments on what would be best and how to fix it up and everything. Oh gosh, this is where I’m going to put in a warning for boys. If, for whatever reason, you find it uncomfortable talking about girly stuff such as salons, please skip this until the next bolded section. Thank you. (:

            Anyways, back to the salon. I’ve pretty much determined at this point that people like using me as a real-life Barbie… Yes, I am a doll. I think it’s got to do something with the fact that I’m tiny… Why do I say that? Because I still remember when junior year, the Princesses essentially put me through a makeover, and I just went along with the flow. Today, it happened again. Agata took me to the salon and was talking to the hair stylist about how she thinks it’d be best for my bangs to be, and how she was going to have one of the ladies clean up my eyebrows, then she asked if I do anything normally, like waxing. … Yes, I definitely felt like a doll. Fortunately for all of my friends and family, I’m super laid back and trust everyone to do their best in making me look good. :D Haha, but really. I don’t mind. It’s fun.

            So the hair stylist gave me a nice style; she layered my hair as she determined it’d look much better with my thick hair, and she’s probably completely right. I can see clearly now without my bangs bothering my eyes or being chucked to the side. My bangs are thinner again, as the hair stylist said that I can’t let my bangs grow out so long because suddenly my face disappears between the bangs and glasses. Honestly, I’m happy with the style. Ah, and I asked her what she felt would be the shortest hair cut I could get, and it was precisely what I figured. Just to my chin, not really any higher. Which is fine, a bit disappointing if I ever wanted to get a pixie cut or something, but now I knoooow!

            Afterwards, I had my eyebrows cleaned via plucking. Oh god, let me tell you that my heart rate was up the entire time. Like, I felt a legitimate difference whenever she stopped plucking away at them, but then she’d go right back up. I felt like my poor heart didn’t have a chance to breeeathe. It wasn’t painful, nor necessarily unpleasant (well once she got further along, it was adjustment), but it was certainly an agitation. Although, I will admit, I feel much better now that my brows have been cleaned up a bit. She also waxed my upper lip, which I’m always super conscious of. Basically, I felt much cleaner and prettier at the end of it. Always a great feeling. Plus, my hair feels lighter. A phenomenal feeling. One of my favorites whenever I leave a salon. :D

            Ok, boys, it’s safe. I’m now going to continue onto a topic in relation to beauty. I have heard a few times from non-Poles and Poles alike that Polish women are some of the most beautiful women in the world. Guys, these are things I have heard, not my bias. Now I understand why. With so many salons in the country, and a great emphasis on personal appearance, and I mean, enormous, it’s very natural to continuously go and take care of things like this monthly, as opposed to on special occasions like me. Of course, it helps that there are less people in Poland than in America, for example, but still. It just makes sense with the kind of normal lifestyle here. Really, a salon on every corner. It’s sort of like a push for any woman walking by to take care of herself.

            Although, many of the times that people have said they are the most beautiful in the world, they have stated specifically about a natural beauty. I certainly hope that’s the case, but still, it does make sense based on the normal social expectations here. Just some observations I’ve made and find interesting.

After Agata got her beauty things taken care of, we left for my apartment. And I think this is the most important part of the day. I learned how to use my stupid laundry machine. Agata came upstairs and showed me what I needed to do… As well as informed me of the fact that I sort of have to buy laundry powder as well… How was I supposed to know? Definitely another difference. I became so accustomed to Vandy washing, which is chuck in some liquid laundry detergent, and you’re good to go. But no, you need both powder and liquid here… Which makes sense why I failed at laundry many times before… Haha, whoops? ^^; It’s a good lesson to learn, though! I should finally conquer this horrid quest! I am really glad Agata told me what to do, though. I felt a bit stupid, but… hey, clarification is good, and we all make mistakes, especially when you don’t know what to normally do.

            And here I am, at the end of my day, exhausted because I keep on failing to give myself enough sleep. I’ve been enjoying a lot of writing and such which helps time fly by before I realize how late it is. I’ll try not to allow that tonight…

Note: Written yesterday. 

            Arrrgh! So much running this morning. So. Much. I ran down my block to catch a bus, essentially. I was walking when I saw a bus pulling up and I was like: Oh, ok, awesome, 133! Then it turns, and there's a car and the next bus behind it.. ... Not. Cool. So I start booking it for as long as I can (which is short), and when I turn the corner and see it's gone, I'm like, cool, just walk the rest of the way until the next b-... And there's the next bus, pulling up on the other side of the road. So I run to it. Then I get off where I need to, see my tram, start running, don't make it, get on the next tram. Get off that tram, see the NEXT tram I need to get on, run YET AGAIN, and barely make it on. Like, I get on after the warning beep. Super frustration!