Showing posts with label hair love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hair love. Show all posts
Sunday, March 22, 2009
new hair?
secret code for:
baby shower pictures coming soon,
baby shower throwing scaredness,
hair love
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
thank god for credit cards.
tonight i started my dance class at the old studio i used to compete at, QC dance. the class is an 18+ alumni group. lately my trusty metabolism has been slowing a bit, and i know i need to get exercise somehow. unfortunately, i hate exercise. ha. so i was pumped when i saw that this class was being offered. i know half of the people in the class from previous years at dance, and i feel like i am keeping up enough, for not having danced in seven years. yikes. i am glad i found something constructive to do with my wednesday nights!
my finances have been cut a bit after paying all of my student loans and bills, so i had less money in my account than i thought i would have. i love my credit card. paid for my class with it, and i will pay for my upcoming hair coloring/cut on the 30th. i love getting my hair done. makes me feel like a new woman. haha. i think i will be going a bit darker for winter, and i may be dying my purple chunks a brown. i eventually want to phase them out, despite how much i love them, but they have the reddish tint that does not pull out of blonde hair easily. meh. i will cross that bridge when i get to it, i suppose!
anyway. 'tis all for now.
my finances have been cut a bit after paying all of my student loans and bills, so i had less money in my account than i thought i would have. i love my credit card. paid for my class with it, and i will pay for my upcoming hair coloring/cut on the 30th. i love getting my hair done. makes me feel like a new woman. haha. i think i will be going a bit darker for winter, and i may be dying my purple chunks a brown. i eventually want to phase them out, despite how much i love them, but they have the reddish tint that does not pull out of blonde hair easily. meh. i will cross that bridge when i get to it, i suppose!
anyway. 'tis all for now.
secret code for:
cold hard plastic,
dance machine,
hair love
Saturday, April 19, 2008
weekend blabber.
last night heather and i met up with lydia @ the uptown bar. we had some drinks and waited for her friend's band to go on, but decided to go grab some sushi before. so we went to sushi tango, stole a pen, and ended up drawing 'stamps' on our hand in eyeliner to get back into the bar without paying cover. lydia is a mastermind. simply put. and we got in after taking her lead. killer. but then i started to feel super ill, and so i had to leave early. apparently lyds got sick later too. so maybe it was just not meant to last the entire night. good times, regardless. at least we were productive, and gave george a power animal (a black stallion).
today i was supposed to go to the show with 50 people, and really wanted to, but felt too sick. i hope they are not angry with me.
my hair is getting longer. i am an idiot for chopping it off early this year. it was a cute cut, but i just miss the length a lot. now it is at a point where i look in the mirror and think "meh. it is longish." so that is positive.
nothing too exciting or witty to comment on. i apologize.
in further news: some people are so self absorbed it disturbs me, and also, i should probably not ever have a phone nearby me when i have been drinking. good lord.
today i was supposed to go to the show with 50 people, and really wanted to, but felt too sick. i hope they are not angry with me.
my hair is getting longer. i am an idiot for chopping it off early this year. it was a cute cut, but i just miss the length a lot. now it is at a point where i look in the mirror and think "meh. it is longish." so that is positive.
nothing too exciting or witty to comment on. i apologize.
in further news: some people are so self absorbed it disturbs me, and also, i should probably not ever have a phone nearby me when i have been drinking. good lord.
secret code for:
drunk texting is a bad idea,
hair love,
heather dagger,
lydia slayer,
sick,
uptown bar
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