Trust no man; Fear no bitch!

At what point does a Shakespeare say, I feel it’s time I write a play; what subject shall it be today? A tragedy I’ve done; lovers twain have been united. Audiences are delighted, no doubt I shall soon be Knighted; Royal Fame I have won.

The Queen has come to every show, and flattering she feigns to know a couplet of a verse, also a refrain from a limerick.

The ones I aim to pleaseth most of all upon my kneeseth, are the folk who cough and sneezeth through my prose sublime.

So seeing that it’s a new year (2012 baby, yeah!) I have decided to shut down Did You Hear? It seems that people don’t like to be talked about in a public manner, especially when it’s negative.

Who would’ve thought!?

Anyway, the reason I’ve decided to shut it down is this.

Everyone goes through hardships in their lives, and everyone makes stupid decisions and bad choices. These are the things that make us who we are, and these are the things that shape us into the people we will become in the future. We can hate these people for the choices they make as much as we want, but the truth is… we can never change it, and to sit here and hate these people for things they’ve done would make us hypocrites. If you can sit here and read this and tell me that you’ve NEVER mad a bad or wrong decision in your entire life, then you can excuse yourself, but until then you might as well join the rest of us.

I’m not sure about you, but personally I believe that creating this blog was a bad mistake on my end. It showed how ugly I can be, and and showed me that no matter how much you hate someone for what they’ve done to you, they’re only human.

I’ve recently learned that it’s not the bad things that people will remember you for. It’s the good that you do to make up for it. - So, from this moment on, Did You Hear will vanish!

Although, please do not mistake this as an apology. I have said what I have to say about everyone and what I said I meant every word because it’s my feelings and that doesn’t mean that I take it all back. It just simply means that, no longer am I going to waste my time writing a blog about someone just for other people to look at me as someone who doesn’t have a life except to sit back and write blogs about people I hate.

Alright guys, it’s about time that I got my Student Stylist blog up and running seeing that my StyleSeat page has been up and running for a few weeks now.

Pretty much, the purpose of my new Student Stylist blog, ‘Avery’s Stylin’ It Yo!’, is to show the world what I’m capable of. It’s to be able to promote myself, attract new clients, and possibly future employers. It’s also there to instill words of encouragement for other Future Professionals and Student Stylists as well as provide a few educational tips from Milday and some tips directly from myself.

Pretty much, it’s everything that I want to tell everyone every minute of every day from being in this industry. So check it out today!

-AK

(Source: akstylinityo)

Just when you think you’re actually getting somewhere you want to be with someone, they go and say something to insinuate the one exact thing you’ve been trying to avoid this whole time, and all hope is lost.

Fml.

Three hundred and six in only six years. If it was an accident, where are the tears? I am still unidentified, behind the cathedral is where my body hides, but I’m not inside. Just one of sixteen, in only one day. If it was a game, then why couldn’t I play? I am the abandoner; but still I remain, and my frozen pulse quickens as the black plot thickens. Like this story I heard, a lifetime ago. Where a girl, and this is funny, took her life, but what she doesn’t know; is how long it takes for the water to rise. The breath to stop fighting and the cold to close her eyes.

Morality plays on stages of sin; the easy way out, or the easy way in. I am still over-glorified; my reasons to live, were my reasons to die; but at least they were mine. Now I’ve freedom unbound, cut the laces of life. The pistol, the poison, the noose, or the knife? I have chosen my instrument, and said no goodbyes, as my frozen pulse quickens and the black plot thickens. Like this story I heard, a lifetime ago. Where a girl, and this is funny, took her life but what she doesn’t know; is how long it takes for the water to rise. The breath to stop fighting and the cold to close her eyes.

You think that you’ll get by; you will die, you will cry. When you think that you’ll survive; just don’t try, run and hide. My eyes, are hollow like my soul.

Just as I was walking by, my soul died; my heart cried. When you think that you’ll survive; just don’t try, run and hide. My eyes, are hollow like my soul.

So many times I asked myself; so many times I wondered why?

You feel like you’ll get by; you will die, you will die. When you think that you’ll survive; just don’t try, run and hide. My eyes are hollow like my soul.

You say you’re curious, can’t leave a thing to your imagination. I wish you’d close your eyes, but you seem so serious. I should enjoy the sweet interrogation. You start to hypnotize me; I should not be telling you. I’m flattered by your interest. Who am I talking to? Could be the demon with a mask. Why should I trust in you? I don’t feel safe here, I never did, but what else can I do; but what you ask?

You’d like to stir it up, just like a sad… forgot until, remember I didn’t ask for this; but still, you hold me in your gaze. From my lips, the moments I have captured, still I’m in reminiscencance from a place you’ll never know. I find the strength to tell you things I hardly ever show. My mirror holds your severed tongue, but in your amber eyes, I see the questions never end. I never could disguise, so why pretend?

Who will forget me? No one knows I’ve done wrong; won’t you believe me? ‘Cause I won’t last that long. No, I wanna be quiet now. All alone; back to my shadow, I’m gonna hide behind the trouble in my mind.

You say you’ll stay around, you’ve finally found the answer to my story. Congratulations, love. So go ahead, decipher me and solve the puzzle if you need the glory. I wish I could be of your kind; I need to be alone. To tell you how much you don’t know. It isn’t what I’ve done, but rather what I hold inside. Even if I give up, I won’t be victim to your game. You’re only free when you have nothing left.

Think of your darkest night; think of your soul alone. If you can bear the sight, think of the love you’ve never known. Yes, it’s unusual to live your life this way. All I can say, maybe that’s why you don’t see faces like mine every day.

I just wanted to clear some business up right quick.

The next time you feel the need to walk into a Perfume Mania and embarrass the hell out of your friends by accusing the store clerk for selling “stolen and unstable” name brand products just because your educational institution that charged you 30,000 dollars to learn how to judge the people that have more decency than to live off of daddy’s dime told you that it’s true, you might want to think twice.

Just because it didn’t come from a top name salon does not mean that it’s fake and stolen. It just means that since it did not come from a salon, it can not be guaranteed to produce salon results. It CLEARLY tells you that on the bottle. It does NOT mean that it’s fake. It does not mean that retailers wasted their time and effort to sneak onto the manufacturers premises at night to steal empty name brand product bottles out of their dumpster to take them and refill them with their own product and sell them at their store under that particular name.

Those of us who would rather save the time, grief, and thousands of dollars in student loans and go to a more mediocre institution to get the exact same degree that you’re getting for triple the price, does not make us any less of what you are.

You may carry the name, but darling it’s the experience, the passion, the personality, mindset, and the sheer talent to actually make it anywhere in this business… and obviously you have none of that if you insist on pretending that you do. 

So, just because you’ve been in his school for 5 months does not make you John Paul DeJoria. PLEASE do me and yourself a favor and save yourself from further embarrassment.

Trust me darling, you may have skimmed your way through life living off of what daddy gave to you, but that just means you’ll NEVER know what it takes to actually join the real world and live life on your own. Believe me, that does NOT make you better than everyone else, and that does not give you the right to pretend that you are.