beauty school dropout

I called around to find out how much it would cost to go to school to become a nail technician. One school didn't offer it, one school only offered it as part of an 18 month cosmetology program and one school offered part-time classes for 10 weeks that met on Tuesday through Saturday from 4-8pm. None of those really fit into my work schedule. So armed with only a credit card and determination, I went to Sally Beauty Supply to try to fix my nails. Several had snapped and I was in danger of losing them all if I didn't do something tonight.

I soaked off the remaining acrylic while watching Law & Order (I can't quit you, Detective Goren) and attempted to reapply a fresh set. I thought I would do better with my dominant (left) hand, but I must have needed five fingers to practice because the second hand I tried looked much better. I'm hoping by the next time I try this I'm a little better. But they won't tear off and I can still use my nails like little Swiss Army knives.

After two hours and stinking up the living room, I'm reassessing the idea of paying someone else to do this.

the only fingernail that looks decent