Okay. So, normally I don't even do anything with my hair. It's pretty short, about an inch below my skull, and layered, natural color. Normally I just roll out of bed, make sure it doesn't look funny, and go through my day hoping it isn't doing anything weird (it's so thick it has a mind of its own). Today I looked at myself in the mirror and I thought, "Well. I look boring." I am so freaking bored with my hair. I want to do something with it, but I can't dye it any funky colors because I have a job, and it isn't really long enough to do anything else with.
So here's my plan. I'm gonna let it grow out about two inches and keep it layered. At two more inches, my bangs will be long enough to frame my face nicely, and my layers will be able to keep themselves weighed down (I hope). So, in about four months, my hair will almost reach to my shoulders. I'm hoping that at this length, it will not be too long that it bothers me, but it will be long enough to pull back in a few simple styles. Ponytails and pigtails always look punkier and spunkier when done with hair that is as short as possible. I'm also going to add in a few small braids, a few bleached-white tendrils, and some feathers. Yes, I did just say feathers. A girl who came into work the other day had feathers in her hair - long, really thin feathers with black stripes. I asked her about them, and she told that she gets them at fishing stores and crimps them into her hair with ordinary crimp beads. Apparently you can wash, straighten, and curl them just as if they were part of your normal hair. I thought she was awesome.
So that's my new plan for my dull hair. For now, though, I guess I'll wear hats. Nice hats. Or something.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Life Tip #1 - Listen to Fast Music
Every once in a while, I have an idea about something that I think helps life run a little more smoothly. Most of the time, I forget these before I have a chance to write about them, but when I don't, I think I'll post them. This one hasn't been forgotten, probably because it's been brewing in my mind for a little while. Luckily.
I have a station on pandora devoted to trance music. The fast beat gives me energy. I listen to it in the morning - or all day if I can - and I move around more. I also have a tendency to juggle to trance music. Fun stuff.
I had a phase a couple years ago where I listened to slow, depressing music. Mostly Evanescence, because I was a depressed little emo thing. I didn't get much exercise then. Instead I laid around and stared at the ceiling. Come to think of it, that's about I gained all my extra fat.
I have a station on pandora devoted to trance music. The fast beat gives me energy. I listen to it in the morning - or all day if I can - and I move around more. I also have a tendency to juggle to trance music. Fun stuff.
I had a phase a couple years ago where I listened to slow, depressing music. Mostly Evanescence, because I was a depressed little emo thing. I didn't get much exercise then. Instead I laid around and stared at the ceiling. Come to think of it, that's about I gained all my extra fat.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Accents
I've developed this tendency where I sort of absorb accents.
It started a few months ago in class. A couple of goofs were goofing around, talking in really bad cheesy accents and just generally propagating stereotypes. They were doing southern drawls. I turned to my friend and said, "Those are the most awful twangs I have ever heard."
Only, I said it with a twang. A genuine twang.
I was born in Texas. I lived there until I was six, which was when we moved to California. I'm told that when we moved, I had a really thick twang (at six years old) which cracked the movers up. So I have a legitimate reason if I slip back into a twang every now and then. I guess those corny clowns just set if off, even though that's never happened before. I was stuck with that twang until the end of class - nearly an hour and a half. It cracked my friend up so much. I could hardly say anything normal. Thankfully, it went away after school.
One of my favorite characters (Vala) on my favorite TV show (Stargate: SG1) has an accent, and I've always wondered what it is. I thought at first it was some kind of English accent, but when I looked it up, I read that the actress is from Australia. So I did a little research, like any good nerd, and watched a few videos on learning accents. I listened to far too many videos by a girl from Sidney and picked up her accent.
Which brings me to the point of this post. I'm stuck with an Australian accent.
Not that I mind too terribly much. I kind of like Australian accents; they're cute and they sound sort of like English accents, which are supposed to be cute, classy, and charming. At least, people always say they love English accents. But people were giving me weird looks, especially my coworkers, who don't know what's going on, which isn't surprising, since sometimes I come in speaking Californian, sometimes Texan, and now sometimes Australian.
I wonder how long I will be stuck like this. Maybe forever. I'll head merrily off to college next year, and people will say "I love your accent! Where are you from?" and I'll say "California, but I was born in Texas," and they'll say, "Oh, I didn't know people in California spoke like that," and then I'll say, "They don't. And neither do people in Texas." And so they will be confused. Confused, but charmed, because my accent is charming.
It started a few months ago in class. A couple of goofs were goofing around, talking in really bad cheesy accents and just generally propagating stereotypes. They were doing southern drawls. I turned to my friend and said, "Those are the most awful twangs I have ever heard."
Only, I said it with a twang. A genuine twang.
I was born in Texas. I lived there until I was six, which was when we moved to California. I'm told that when we moved, I had a really thick twang (at six years old) which cracked the movers up. So I have a legitimate reason if I slip back into a twang every now and then. I guess those corny clowns just set if off, even though that's never happened before. I was stuck with that twang until the end of class - nearly an hour and a half. It cracked my friend up so much. I could hardly say anything normal. Thankfully, it went away after school.
One of my favorite characters (Vala) on my favorite TV show (Stargate: SG1) has an accent, and I've always wondered what it is. I thought at first it was some kind of English accent, but when I looked it up, I read that the actress is from Australia. So I did a little research, like any good nerd, and watched a few videos on learning accents. I listened to far too many videos by a girl from Sidney and picked up her accent.
Which brings me to the point of this post. I'm stuck with an Australian accent.
Not that I mind too terribly much. I kind of like Australian accents; they're cute and they sound sort of like English accents, which are supposed to be cute, classy, and charming. At least, people always say they love English accents. But people were giving me weird looks, especially my coworkers, who don't know what's going on, which isn't surprising, since sometimes I come in speaking Californian, sometimes Texan, and now sometimes Australian.
I wonder how long I will be stuck like this. Maybe forever. I'll head merrily off to college next year, and people will say "I love your accent! Where are you from?" and I'll say "California, but I was born in Texas," and they'll say, "Oh, I didn't know people in California spoke like that," and then I'll say, "They don't. And neither do people in Texas." And so they will be confused. Confused, but charmed, because my accent is charming.
Monday, January 10, 2011
SpacePainting
I just discovered something new!
Okay, so at the fair a few years past, there was a guy doing a kind of spray painting. He would spray all these colors over a piece of (fancy) cardboard and smear them around and cover them with circles and stuff to make paintings of space. I thought it was fascintating (my sister didn't, so my dad took her to go ride rides and whatnot...I don't think he cared for it either, much). I saw a different guy doing the same thing last year in San Francisco.
I had completely forgotten about until today. One of my friends was watching a video of the same thing on youtube during class, and I was like "Oh! I love this stuff!" So I've been watching it on youtube for about an hour now. I want a set of spray paints for my birthday next month. I mean, I kind of like painting, and I love pictures of space, so I want to try it. I can totally see myself doing this in the backyard of some cramped apartment a few years from now, and they'll be all over my walls.
Because it is awesome, here's a video:
Okay, so at the fair a few years past, there was a guy doing a kind of spray painting. He would spray all these colors over a piece of (fancy) cardboard and smear them around and cover them with circles and stuff to make paintings of space. I thought it was fascintating (my sister didn't, so my dad took her to go ride rides and whatnot...I don't think he cared for it either, much). I saw a different guy doing the same thing last year in San Francisco.
I had completely forgotten about until today. One of my friends was watching a video of the same thing on youtube during class, and I was like "Oh! I love this stuff!" So I've been watching it on youtube for about an hour now. I want a set of spray paints for my birthday next month. I mean, I kind of like painting, and I love pictures of space, so I want to try it. I can totally see myself doing this in the backyard of some cramped apartment a few years from now, and they'll be all over my walls.
Because it is awesome, here's a video:
Sunday, January 2, 2011
I Don't Believe in Love
I don't believe in love.
I'm not sure exactly when I realized this. It was in the middle of the night, in the dark when I could not sleep, and the watery moonlight was reflected on my ceiling and I was running through the songs in my head. I don't know exactly why I realized it, or why I do not believe. But it seems to me that love - that thing everybody obsesses over while pretending not to - ought to be something unbreakable, unstoppable, unconditional, unchangeable. And I have never seen anything that could embody any of these characteristics.
It's true there are things that are like love. There's attachment. Affection. Companionship. Attraction. Etc. But not love. And I also realized that I really don't care. Because I don't want to love. People do stupid things in the name of love.
Maybe there is a such a thing as love, but I cannot see it, or I cannot feel it, or I cannot understand it, or it's just not what I think it should be. Maybe I have another name for it. Whatever.
I'm not sure exactly when I realized this. It was in the middle of the night, in the dark when I could not sleep, and the watery moonlight was reflected on my ceiling and I was running through the songs in my head. I don't know exactly why I realized it, or why I do not believe. But it seems to me that love - that thing everybody obsesses over while pretending not to - ought to be something unbreakable, unstoppable, unconditional, unchangeable. And I have never seen anything that could embody any of these characteristics.
It's true there are things that are like love. There's attachment. Affection. Companionship. Attraction. Etc. But not love. And I also realized that I really don't care. Because I don't want to love. People do stupid things in the name of love.
Maybe there is a such a thing as love, but I cannot see it, or I cannot feel it, or I cannot understand it, or it's just not what I think it should be. Maybe I have another name for it. Whatever.
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