Thursday, August 26
Tuesday, August 24
meh
hair experiment was about as successful as could be expected. I can straighten it in an hour (half the time compared to before the brazilian blowout), but it's by no means straight on its own. Less frizzy, sure. But still curly.
muthafuckah.
So, my adventure to Rome will be conducted with the same nest on my head as before, unless I can convince myself to take time out of exploring the wonders of the ancient world to confine myself in my convent room and put a hot iron to my scalp-protrusions.
Rude.
It's rainy and boring, and people are leaving for school before me, which makes me feel anxious about my own departure. I need to buy things. And make decisions.
Nay! I will take other route, and wait until the last minute and do nothing productive until the parentals are screaming at me about all of the tampons and toothpastes I need to purchase, and the giant suitcases that need to be excavated from the depths of the attic and filled with the clothing that is now displayed in writhing disorder on my floor and chair.
Instead of doing anything productive, I will create a new blog, one with a function (previously attempted, but my life had no function then- now I have a destination, something mildly intriguing). PapaDs and Nanas and cousins and neighbors and siblings and friends and parents will be sent a mass e-mail with the web address of said blog. Some of them will read for a few weeks, then realize that looking at someone else's adventures is a really boring and self-deprecating activity, and stop reading for self-preservation (understandable). Others will read when they have nothing better to do, and I will appreciate even that attention (as I will only be posting when I have nothing better to do). And, the last group will look at the e-mail, and delete it, either because:
back soon.
muthafuckah.
So, my adventure to Rome will be conducted with the same nest on my head as before, unless I can convince myself to take time out of exploring the wonders of the ancient world to confine myself in my convent room and put a hot iron to my scalp-protrusions.
Rude.
It's rainy and boring, and people are leaving for school before me, which makes me feel anxious about my own departure. I need to buy things. And make decisions.
Nay! I will take other route, and wait until the last minute and do nothing productive until the parentals are screaming at me about all of the tampons and toothpastes I need to purchase, and the giant suitcases that need to be excavated from the depths of the attic and filled with the clothing that is now displayed in writhing disorder on my floor and chair.
Instead of doing anything productive, I will create a new blog, one with a function (previously attempted, but my life had no function then- now I have a destination, something mildly intriguing). PapaDs and Nanas and cousins and neighbors and siblings and friends and parents will be sent a mass e-mail with the web address of said blog. Some of them will read for a few weeks, then realize that looking at someone else's adventures is a really boring and self-deprecating activity, and stop reading for self-preservation (understandable). Others will read when they have nothing better to do, and I will appreciate even that attention (as I will only be posting when I have nothing better to do). And, the last group will look at the e-mail, and delete it, either because:
- it was a mass e-mail
- they don't care about my adventures in europe
- blogs are annoying online diaries
back soon.
Monday, August 16
Experiment
A few things:
1. This blog is on its last leg, and will be replaced shortly by one that chronicles my adventures in europe (whose name and address I will divulge when I make it).
2. I am conducting a hair experiment. I have a head of hair that has often been compared to a lion's mane, mop, and bird's nest, among many other things. Personally, I think these descriptions represent the unruliness well, but do not give any insight as to how curly and thick it is. I can't think of anything that it could be compared to, really. It's pretty unreal.
So, after a lifetime of looking for a way to straighten it without spending any real amount of time doing so, I was sent an e-mail from my brother-in-law (who has been the witness of many whine-fests). His boss has crazy hair, not unlike mine, and came in with straight, beautiful healthy-looking hair. Apparently, she got a Brazilian Blow-Out, and the results are amazing.
After much thought and conversations with objective parties (I'm prone to try anything, so I need consultation when this kind of information presents itself), I have made an appointment for friday to get this thing done. I've been reading reviews and getting pumped up about it for a week, now, and can hardly contain myself.
Everyone whines about how you can't shower for 3 days after getting it done, but they're being pussies. I've definitely gone longer without even thinking about it. Championnn
Anyway, I'll report back about how it goes. I can't imagine it can get any worse, so chances are it will be full of exclamation points and words like "amazing" and "hassle-free" and "not a lion's mane".
1. This blog is on its last leg, and will be replaced shortly by one that chronicles my adventures in europe (whose name and address I will divulge when I make it).
2. I am conducting a hair experiment. I have a head of hair that has often been compared to a lion's mane, mop, and bird's nest, among many other things. Personally, I think these descriptions represent the unruliness well, but do not give any insight as to how curly and thick it is. I can't think of anything that it could be compared to, really. It's pretty unreal.
So, after a lifetime of looking for a way to straighten it without spending any real amount of time doing so, I was sent an e-mail from my brother-in-law (who has been the witness of many whine-fests). His boss has crazy hair, not unlike mine, and came in with straight, beautiful healthy-looking hair. Apparently, she got a Brazilian Blow-Out, and the results are amazing.
After much thought and conversations with objective parties (I'm prone to try anything, so I need consultation when this kind of information presents itself), I have made an appointment for friday to get this thing done. I've been reading reviews and getting pumped up about it for a week, now, and can hardly contain myself.
Everyone whines about how you can't shower for 3 days after getting it done, but they're being pussies. I've definitely gone longer without even thinking about it. Championnn
Anyway, I'll report back about how it goes. I can't imagine it can get any worse, so chances are it will be full of exclamation points and words like "amazing" and "hassle-free" and "not a lion's mane".
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