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Gah, so little sleep last night. My body has a strong tendency to wake me up very early no matter how long I've slept, and while I usually am in bed my midnight like a good little no-fun worker Bee, last night I went out with the Holmes cast after our last rehearsal before we get into our performance space. It was very fun, and since I often am often reticent about socializing on short acquaintance, it makes me happy that I got along so well with this all-new cast. Especially since we went to a place pretty far outside my usual style, a dive bar with a too-loud band. Probably would have been sensible to go home a little earlier, but I was very much enjoying the company.

I got my hair done for the show. I had too much trouble on my own, so my mom suggested I go to a salon and have them put it up for me. The lady didn't exactly do the head-muffin I showed her in that picture, but she put it up attractively and gave me a gorgeous complicated bun in back. Unfortunately it was much more expensive than I thought it would be, so I am trying to strategically time when I get it redone. But people seemed to like it and think it looked right. I still don't think I'm ever as pretty with my hair up, but it was certainly more flattering than the head muffin. Our Moriarty is a gentleman named Paul who I like a lot, he's got a wry sense of humor and he's kind of hot in an offbeat sort of way, and he gave me his little rose prop that he uses early on in the show. I put it in my hair and wore it that way for the rest of the night, and when I tried to give it back at the bar after rehearsal, he told me to keep it.

We had headshots taken for the lobby board taken last night. I am not excessively happy with mine. Yeah, yeah, despite my love for people taking and desiring to take my picture, I never like how I look in photographs-- it's a complicated thing, this part of me --but I really don't think these came out. There's a lot of shadow on my face and I think I look distorted because of it. Plus my hair is up, which just never works as well. Bah. I'll just have to pick the best of the lot and obsess over it to myself.

We also took the plot-relevant picture of Irene Adler and the King of Bohemia, the scandalous image over which Irene threatens to blackmail the King and ruin his marriage. Me and Tom, the actor playing the king, looked adoringly at each other arm in arm until Tom realized that nobody in the audience would ever really be able to see the picture, so he started doing silly things. I think we did the pose from Titanic and a dramatic romantic dip. It was lots of fun. I love when I can laugh and joke with the cast I'm in. Especially given my solitary, introverted nature, I got really lucky with these folks. <3

Awkward shot of my head flower again.

I got my hair done tonight for my show. As a lady of the 1890s with a well-known reputation as a diva, Irene Adler styles herself only in the latest and most sophisticated of haute couture fashions. Such as this charming muffin-head, with a bun set on top.

I can't say I love it; I've always thought I was vastly better looking with my hair down than up even in the most elegant of styles. I modeled once for a guy who started pinning it up, took one look at me, and said, "Oh, THAT'S why you wear it down." Not exactly sure what he meant by that, but it didn't seem, ah, flattering. This way's also pretty muffin-y, as I pointed out. But it is period, and it got compliments of appreciation (perhaps ironic, who knows) from others in the cast. I will also have a little fall of false hair, not pictured here, styled into long loose curls that I will pin into the bun, to sweep down my shoulder for drama.

The only real downside is I have to learn how to do it myself. The hair lady showed me how, but she can't be there for the shows, so it's on me. It involves flipping my hair over my head, spraying it with a fixative, teasing it, bundling it up on the crown of my head, and twisting it into a bun. I've got very little ability or experience doing hair, so I'm a little bit nervous. I guess I'll have to practice in hopes I won't go onstage looking any sillier than I should be, given the style I'm attempting to wear. You have to promise, guys, that you'll tell me if my head muffin looks dumb.

Yesterday I got to try on costumes at Sherlock Holmes rehearsal. I was so excited, guys. I am the leading lady in a Victorian show, one who is supposed to look very lovely, which puts me in the enviable position of getting to wear many fun Victorian-era gowns. I tried on several last night, made of drapery silk in red and gold and navy and green, including a gorgeous ivory wedding gown that was my favorite of the lot. At the moment they don't fit very well, but the costumer is a seamstress of some ability and is confident she'll be able to take them in such that they'll look nice. She also tried some things on my castmates, including a very slick gentleman outfit on our Moriarty. I am a sucker for men in Victorian suits, and I must say he wore it well. :-) The costumer also suggested that they will be curling my hair in ringlets, which I've never had before. I wonder how I'll look with them! I've kind of always wished I had wavier hair, so I hope they take. A week from today we'll be taking publicity photos, and I don't know if they'll be in costume or not, but in any case I hope they turn out. I'm always very insecure about how I look in photos. This show spends a lot of time talking about how beautiful Irene is, and I've been joking quite a bit about how I hope the audience agrees. A decent photo or two might help, right? ;-)

Dear everyone,

Look what thefarowl and I have made.

He's like a spiky dinosaur. With a scrunchie-hawk.

Now it is time to focus on some good things, so as to not to go back into Victorian suicide mode.

I got my hair cut the other day, FINALLY. It was sorely in need and I was starting to hate it. Heh, today for my Examiner article I wrote about how much it helps your everyday look to keep your haircut maintained. I am a bad, hypocritical style writer. Still, the point stands, and my head is proof-- I look and feel much better when I do. I am keeping the look I got last time, the longer layers with the sideswept bangs. Now that the bangs are shorter again they're back in my eyes all the time, which is a little annoying, but I'm getting used to them again and I really like how they look.

Bernie got me a Teavana Perfect Tea Maker for a belated Christmas gift, and MY GOD, does it make a better cup of tea than my tea ball. It is mug shaped, which allows the leaves to float around and steep properly, and then you put it on top of your mug and the tea strains out through the bottom. Works like a charm, and it comes out delicious. I think I will be keeping it at work to make individual mugs, as I prefer to use my lovely bone china teapot, a thoughtful gift from Jared, when I'm at home.

I got my first casting for Intercon, in this case for Clockwork Cafe. I am asked not to say who I am playing, but from the character outline I think she will be interesting. Even better, I'm pretty certain I already have my costume figured out, with no need for any new purchase. I have decided I will be casting the Intercon run of The Stand this coming Monday the 31st. Annoyingly, I'm still missing three casting questionnaires, all from people I don't know. I have been poking them pretty aggressively to get them in before Monday, because I really hate casting people with no knowledge whatsoever. I will then send out character and costume hints, which should allow people sufficient advance notice to prepare.

I am ridiculously pleased with my Sudini Minna leather rain boots this season. I bought them two years ago seeking stylish tall leather boots that could be worn in all weather. These have served that purpose beautifully, looking great and keeping me dry and warm. I've been wearing them almost constantly since the weather got bad. Though they are not cheap, they are incredibly high quality, so I highly recommend them. I think at the end of the season I will take them to a cobbler to have them refurbished, because I think with proper care these could last me for a long time.

Noticed last night that my hair is in desperate need of being done. It's long enough that my new sideswept bangs are no lot much different from the rest of my hair, which now falls below my shoulder blades. It doesn't look bad, but it's starting to get heavy and lose its body, as it always does when there's too much of it. I really let these things go for way too long; last styling was in August, for crying out loud. Not the habits of a stylish lady. In the coming week and weekend I should have more free time, so maybe I should schedule an appointment.

I am getting back into the habit of regular tea drinking. I've mostly been having it at work, for several reasons-- it's helps to keep warm in the chilly office, it curbs some of my urge to snack on junk food, and it keeps me hydrated when my tendancy is to dry myself out. I keep my tea is a metal thermos in my desk with a collapsible spoon, a mug, and a cheesy little teapot-shaped tea ball. Still drinking the same Samurai Chat Mate/White Ayurvedic Chai blend from Teavana, because it is fantastic and I am an addict. The only problem is that it's better the longer it steeps, but it doesn't usually develop really strong flavor until it's steeped so long the water's gone cold. I wonder if there's something wrong with my brewing technique. I am only using a stupid little tea ball, while I know that tea steeps best when allowed space to float around, so maybe that's it. It does tend to come out better in the basket in my teapot.

I have not been utilizing my large scarf collection to best advantage. Last winter I did a fabulous job coordinating the many colors of scarf I own to my cold-weather outfits, and felt really pleased with it. Lately I've been focusing more on having matching scarf and gloves, which is a chic look when you're all bundled up, but once I take my coat off that often leaves me a scarf that doesn't really go with my clothes. I got gorgeous red leather gloves for Christmas, so I've been wearing my red pashmina as a scarf a lot, but it's such a bold bright color it doesn't work with just anything. I could just take it off, but as I said my office is chilly, and I find myself wanting the extra warmth. I should do what I did last year and choose the scarf first, then match the gloves to it.

I like what I did with my hair this morning. It's nothing fancy, but it's more than I usually do and I am pleased with it. The old mane was an absolute horror when I woke up today, so there was nothing for it but to brush the hell out of it and confine it to a ponytail. My bangs were driving me nuts, so I wanted them out of the way. Normally I'm a wash-and-wear kind of girl and don't go in much for styling, but since today it looked painfully clear that the "wash" part of that equation wasn't really evident, I tried sweeping the bangs back, but not so far that they laid flat. Rather, they kind of puff up in front and give a little definition to the shape of my hair. This I affixed with a barrette and and a few spritzes of hair spray. Lo and behold, it has actually managed to hold its shape and I managed somewhat downplay the effects of my greasy Italian genetics. I wanted to show you what it looks like, but since in about eight thousand pictures I did not manage to take one that was either flattering or represents how I actually look with my hair this way, I will settle for an image that at least kind of shows what I did.

Bah. You can't really see the shape in front, which is the part I like about it, but none of the head-on shots really captured it either. At least I don't look like Grease Thing. Also, note my pretty new earrings, which consist of three pearls dangling on lines of silver, one white, one black, one pink. They were a gift from Jared's parents from their recent trip to Vietnam, and I like them very much. They didn't even know pearls are my favorite. :-) Cut out of the shot is the matching necklace, which I am also wearing today.

Another thing I did this past weekend was help blendedchaitea dye her hair. She had this charming-looking bowl of mushy greeny-brown paste that apparently is how one prepares henna for use in dyeing, and after plonking her in the bathtub we proceeded to work this mess into all of her very long hair. Then, once she was thoroughly be-mudded, I am not joking when I say that we wrapped her head in plastic wrap before we swaddled it in a towel. I had no idea that was what dyeing with henna entailed. It was a messy process, and she had to be awkwardly bent over the entire time. But she amused me to no end by saying, "See, I knew you were the right person to ask about this, because you understand that beauty is pain!" That I do, my dear, that I do. :-) Her hair is now a lovely auburn, with some lighter redder streaks toward the front. I think it suits her.

Move in day at Brandeis is fast approaching a week from today, so soon Rachel will be leaving Elsinore to move into her new dorm, and nennivian and aurora_knight will be taking up residence with us. I am sorry to see Rachel go, as the current arrangement of people has been more pleasant for me that it's been in a long time, but I am confident that Charlotte and Jane will make things just as nice. It is odd for me to be so optimistic about a roommate situation, but I am actually looking forward to having them. :-) How's that for growth and progress, eh? I am planning on making myself as available as possible to help Rachel pack and move out and Charlotte and Jane move in, in hopes of making things a little smoother. Hopefully the leaving and entering will be staggered enough that people aren't running into each other.

Had a productive weekend, I am pleased to say. This past weekend was the first I've had in a month that wasn't totally committed, so I used the much-needed free time to do whatever I needed or wanted to. Spent a lovely Saturday getting my hair cut and hanging out with friends playing games at the house. Sunday was devoted to chores. The house has been in need of a good cleaning for a while now, and I took care of some things that probably don't get done regularly enough, like polishing the wood and scrubbing the grout in the shower. I am proud of my hard work. This evening I finally got around to parking the mini-fridge in my bedroom out on the back porch to let it defrost. The tiny little freezer compartment has over time become consumed with frost, which is now encroaching on the rest of the space, so it's high time that got taken care of.

Also washed my hair for the first time after the new cut. As I predicted, negotiating where to part it such that my new sideswept bangs lay properly is proving tougher than I would have liked. The place I customarily parted it doesn't quite distribute them the way the stylist had them. It doesn't look bad that way, but I liked the new way too, and I want to figure out how to execute that look on my own if I so choose. I'll have to mess with it some more.

On a final note, on my way home from the gym today I came across two of the biggest turkeys I have ever seen walking around as I went down South Street. I noticed them because a fellow runner had stopped to take pictures of them, so I whipped out my phone and happily snapped a few shots of my own.

Meet MR. AND MRS. GIANT TURKEY.

PLEASED TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.

Though there are quite a few of this sort of bird hereabouts, and I always greet such a sight with a delighted cry of "TUR-keys!" these two were particularly remarkable because they are so big and so flashy-looking that I'd swear they weren't the regular old wild birds you usually see around here. They look to me like they were domestic turkeys escaped from somebody's farm. If so, I wonder how they got there, and what's going to become of them. Quite a surprising sight, and one that made me very happy to come upon.

Finally got my hair cut today, after needing one for quite some time. My last one was right before the To Think of Nothing readthrough, all the way back in January. Way too long. So I went today, and while I was waiting, I decided to try something I've been considering for a long time but have been too timid to ask for. It's not a big alteration, but I'm vain enough that even a small unflattering detail would be distressing to me. But while I was requesting a retouching of my layers, I actually got up the courage to ask to have little sideswept bangs cut that would stay out of a ponytail and give a little framing and definition to my face when I have my hair up.

I think I am pleased with the results. Pardon the badly-lit phone-shot photograph taken in a restaurant bathroom.

See, not that different from my normal cut this way. I like that. But when I put my hair up...

See the bangs now? I like the added interest and definition. And now the pointy miniscule quality of my little pinhead is deemphasized! Yay!

It may end up driving me crazy to always have that on my face, and I'm also a little worried that my hair will not naturally want to part in a place that suits the bangs, but I think I like things. And I'm proud of myself for gathering up the courage to try something a little different. Baby steps, right?

Just took a shower so scaldingly hot I feel lightheaded. The shower at Elsinore normally never gets very hot at all, so I'm a little surprised. Maybe it just hasn't been used very much since the water warning went into effect and that's what it can do when it's not depleted. At least it temporarily cleared out my packed sinuses.

My hair is getting blah again. I probably need a haircut again. Sigh. It feels like my cuts don't last very long at all, but the most recent one was the day of the To Think of Nothing read through in the middle of January, which isn't really all that recent. I should probably just go to the salon more often, probably every two to three month at best, but my haircuts are expensive enough that I can't really afford to.

And I never feel like I condition it all that well. It's tough to specifically get the ends the way I'm supposed to, which on me split and roughen the longer they get. And then it looks flat and awful. Blah.

And I touch my face too much. I always have. I don't know why; maybe as a comfort mechanism, maybe as a nervous habit-- like I'm trying to "fix" my features and make them acceptable to look at. Every book and expert will tell you it's unhealthy for your face skin to touch it too much. Maybe that's why I'm such a pizza face. And I'm a compulsive nailbiter, so my fingers are always in my mouth. It's a wonder I'm not sick every minute of my life.

Gah. I feel funny. I should drink something. And stop touching my face with my grubby little fingers.

Current Location: Curled up in bed

Is it Intercon yet? Is it Intercon yet? Can we go to Intercon now?

I want it to be Intercon, like, THIS MINUTE. Of course there's still some stuff to do, mostly in the nature of social debts, before I can dash off. I'm having lunch with Bernie because it'll be the last time I can see him before going away for the weekend. I told Jared I'd take him to get his hair cut before his class. And Steph is holding a lovely tea party in her suite today that I would absolutely love to go to. All these things must be accomplished in a timely manner before going to meet Jenn at her work so that she, Jared, and I can be off to the con, so I probably need all the time I can get. At least my stuff is already packed and loaded into the car. I am also ridiculously pleased with myself for finally building myself an outfit around my beautiful new red pashmina, which I will be wearing tonight. And Jared will come sharp as well, with much-needed hair cutting accomplished.

So, other than needing to see people before I'm off, I am SO READY FOR INTERCON.

Ugh. Unexpectedly rough afternoon yesterday. Spent the afternoon doing play-related chores.

After a dry cleaner telling me it would cost forty goddamn bucks to get Frances's dress hemmed and pressed, I went home to just do the thing myself. Fired up the old iron and gave it a thorough once-over, but it didn't work perfectly and I think it ever-so-slightly lightened the color. I also don't have the right color thread to properly sew the hem, so I carefully measured out how much it needed to be taken up and tacked it in place with tape. But the tape isn't totally invisible, so that's going to have to be fixed too.

Then I started putting together the diorama. Cut out pictures, text boxes, mounting paper. Every piece I currently have (pictures, bios, and banners) is now glued on to the board. I'm still missing bios from Jared and Plesser, and I still haven't printed out Kindness's headshot because for some reason my printer still fucking objects. Also, I need to figure out how I'm going to get the title on their to the correct dimensions. I finally killed my pot of rubber cement, though seeing as I've been getting by on the same jar since freshman year I'm pretty lucky I got as far as I did. This process-- from printing to cutting to experimenting with the layout to glueing everything in place --took two and a half hours, and by the time I was done I was shockingly exhausted and had a hell of a crick in my neck and back from being bent over either the board or the dress for the whole afternoon.

Then, after a pleasant meeting with friends at Lizzie's where I could have no ice cream (no sugar for me), I took Frances's dress and some clothes for the morning to Jared's place. He left his keys with me before he left for vacation so I could get in if I needed to. One of the few good things about living is grad is that they never run out of hot water, so I ran a scaldingly hot shower and hung the dress up in the bathroom in hopes that the steam would get some of the wrinkles out. Sadly no luck. By this point I was so tired that I pretty much just crashed into Jared's bed without even brushing out my hair.

I'm paying for that today, though. I am a frizzy staticky mess this morning, which looks even worse when I try to do anything with it. Bah. I've got too much to still do today to worry about it. I'm not giving up on that dress yet. I have read on the Internet that sometimes spritzing dresses with water and throwing it in the dryer can help. Unfortunately the dress doesn't have any kind of tag in it, so I'm not certain it's dryer-safe. I'm considering taking it to a different dry cleaner, though I'm concerned about their ability to get it done before I need it on Sunday. I guess I could iron it again, but I'm kind of afraid more heat would damage it. I don't know. I guess I've just got to start trying things.

I mentioned to my mom the other day that my staticky hair was driving me batty. She suggested I use more conditioner. I conditioned THE HELL out of it yesterday, and Great Caesar's Ghost, this is the most manageable and un-maddening it's been all week. I heartily recommend this to anyone with similar static-electricity problems.

I also told my mom about the dress I found for Frances's costume. She told me that, no, dear, taking your actor's inseam does not give you enough information to hem a skirt to proper length-- how, for lack of more delicate phrasing, do you know where the crotch starts on the dress? Torso lengths vary, dear. One must have them wear the dress and then tack up the hem to where it must be.

Thank you, Mom, for being so much smarter than me.

My hair is a staticky greasy horror today, so it was banished to two little buns on top of my head. I can never decide whether this makes me look cute or stupid.

I noticed I am developing a bad habit when I'm feeling down these days of basically reciting a litany of my problems to myself, sometimes over and over again. I think because I feel kind of pathetic about so often being overwhelmed by bad feeling lately, I need to remind myself that I have legitimate reasons for feeling bad so I feel less pathetic. I guess it's reassuring myself that no, you're not being completely stupid, you actually do have some real problems that are worth being sad over, you're not just some pussy whiner who can't handle anything. I may still feel bad, but at least I don't feel weak and pitiful.

Except it's actually pretty tough to convince myself that things are a big enough deal that I'm not just a whiner. Even just asserting "I have real problems" right now I feel kind of absurd. Makes me sound like a drama queen. I've always been inclined to ascribe my bad feeling to my just being a big sucky baby rather than claim to suffer any significant negative circumstance. It's tough to not feel like I'm just playing the victim if I ever try. Not surprising given my ideal state is to need nothing and do everything for myself.

The real problem with this bad habit, though, is that it's making it hard not to dwell on the negative. Maybe I would be sad anyway even if I didn't do this, but focusing on it so much I think is making it worse. I need to stop going over it again and again in my head. I guess I'm just worried that if I persist in being sad, I'll only make it worse because I get mad at myself for persisting in being sad. And I don't know any other way to stop getting mad at myself for it.

*Sigh* I'm working on it. I feel pretty good today. Last night I successfully cooked a stew, finished a Labor Wars character sheet, and though I didn't finish blocking for the play, at least a little progress has been made. Two out of three ain't bad. I want to go back over the sheet once more before the meeting tonight to make sure it's what I want. And I think I can get through the blocking. I feel better when I am accomplishing good things.

Yesterday was a busy, productive, and very positive day. Went to work and actually had enough stuff to keep me occupied for pretty much the entire time I was there. At quitting time I ran out of there and raced home to meet Bernie, with whom I was going to the Burlington mall. He wanted to restock his teas from Teavana, I wanted to finally get my hair cut. I think the last time I had it done was July, and I was really starting to look rough. It came out nicely, I think, though the stylist I got this time didn't style it with product like the last one did. As usual, no one noticed, but I'm just pleased that it looks good.

After I came out of the chair we raced back to Brandeis to pick up Steph. Bernie dropped us off at my house, where we found Frances sitting on the front step. A lovely surprise, certainly. We invited her to come to the grocery store with us, and she helped us prepare the dinner we planned for the cast. The main course I decided on was chicken chasseur, a Rachel Ray interpretation of a classic French dish with chicken in mushrooms, tomatoes, shallots, and white wine, browned on the stove then braised in the oven for forty-five minutes. I was momentarily thrown by the fact that I didn't seem to have any white wine left, so I took a chance and combined white wine vinegar with apple cider vinegar to sweeten it a little, and used that instead. I was relieved upon tasting it that it worked, with minimal change to the intended flavor of the dish. Green beans served as the accompanying vegetable, though I don't think I made quite enough for eleven people. Steph indeed made her delicious strawberry-filled empanadas for dessert, and Bernie brewed a pot of tea from his new Teavana haul. The cast seemed to very much enjoy it, though it turned out Charlotte was a vegetarian. Ah, well. Almost perfect, but not quite. If truth be told, I was kind of hoping to impress them with my multitalentedness. She acts, she directs, she writes, and she cooks too? Yowza! ;-) I know, I know, I'm pathetic.

After dinner came the readthrough. I had packaged the scripts beautifully in textured white envelopes and labled each one with the actor's name. I had this fantasy of, like, tracking each one of them down in a newsboy cap and handing them over, saying "This was messengered for you from the studio, miss." But I didn't really have time and it would have been too hard to figure out where everybody was without spoiling the effect. So I settled for passing them out at the readthrough, which was almost as satisfying.

The readthrough itself was amazing. It was so cool to hear the actors I'd chosen speak the material for the first time. They did a wonderful job, sometimes even managing to capture what I'd heard in my head, and I'm so excited to work with them all. I was extremely gratified by their understanding and appreciation of the script, and the way they all meshed together so well. I loved Kindness's instinctive grasp of his character, and so many of his line readings were spot-on. Jared, of course and as always, was wonderful, and even though I didn't even know him when I wrote this play, he unbelievably well embodies his part. He's such a fantastic actor. God, everyone was fantastic, and I could gush about them all day. Also, I think this gave me an idea of what stuff we'd need to work on as well, which will be helpful for my planning.

So I believe we are off to a strong start. I assigned them to memorize their lines over the break, and plan on doing my blocking over the next several weeks. I feel very good about this, and I am incredibly pleased that yesterday went so well.

Now that I've reached a sort of resting point, I thought I'd take stock of where I am right now and see where things stands.

( Health and body. )

( Relationships. )

( Work and finances. )

( Education. )

( Vanity. )

( Art and creativity. )

( The verdict. )

Still furious. Oh, gentle Jesus, still furious.

Have been undertaking efforts toward physical self-improvement. Shallow, perhaps, I should probably be campaigning for emotional or mental self-improvement as a more productive use of my time, but it's quite effective as stress management and that's kind of what I need right now. I've been somewhat stressed out in general recently, and what with a recent jag of frankly blinding rage over a recent occurence, I am a little concerned about falling into my usual response pattern of not eating, not sleeping, and biting the hell out of my nails. So instead, I am making a concentrated effort to take care of myself. I am actually making marked progress toward a healthier and better-looking me, which pleases me and in turn mellows me out-- at least, in general, if not in this very, still rage-blinded instant.

I have been working out every day, and believe I'm seeing a difference
I have been eating healthfully and on a regular basis
I have been drinking more water to remedy my tendency toward chronic dehydration
I got my hair cut, which it drastically needed, and now it looks fantastic
I have been treated my acne regularly, and it's actually clearing up a little
I have been taking care of my skin so that it's soft and smooth
I have avoided biting my nails, and they actually look nice right now

I'm thinking of adding stretching to increase my knee flexibility, using lip balm on a regular basis, and nailing down an early-to-bed-early-to-rise sleep routine. I should probably add drink fewer truckloads of aspertame-laden diet Snapple and watch fewer hours of mindless television, but let's stick to achieveable goals.

So I tried the new hairdresser and I am very pleased. I got this girl named Kristen who was a lot of fun. I liked the look of her 'cause she was just a little bit punked out, and she was wearing the most awesome red goth boots. I said to her, "Nice goth boots, where'd you manage to find red ones?" She was delighted by the compliment, told me about this place in New Hope, and then said, "Oh, my God, you're a weekend goth, aren't you?" I laughed and said yes, and she was like, "Me too!" Although to be honest she wasn't really all that weekend, she had lots of piercings, spiked red-streaked hair, and of course the boots. And she asked me what kind I was, then said, "No, wait, don't tell me-- you're a lily, aren't you?" I'd never heard that term before. She said lily goths are the pale, delicate ones who dress more on the pretty side and show a lot of skin. And I was like, "Oh, you mean gloomcookie," which, yeah, that's totally me. She, interestingly, is a red goth-- she dresses in the punk goth style, but everything's always in red, including her hair, eyeliner, everything. She showed me a picture of her and her heavily tattooed boyfriend in her getup. I'd never actually seen a red goth before; I liked it. We got into a fun conversation about different kinds of goths and the various combinations thereof. I'm a pretty/perkygoth, while she's a perky/punky/redgoth.

And on top of it all, she did a great job with my hair. She touched up the layers and styled it really nicely. I'm very pleased, and I love finding fun people in unexpected places.

I am going to try to get my hair cut today. It may prove more difficult than anticipated, since the place I always went to at home is no longer in business. :-( I'm always slightly frightened of trying someone new, as I am scarred by the number of times I've gone somewhere I didn't know and they were unable or unwilling to give me what I asked for. I really don't like finding out this fact through the resulting appearence of my hair. But it's gotten crazy long and flat lately, and it'd be convenient to take care of it while I'm still at home. My mom suggested trying a place in the nice new mall around here; I generally have success with mall places.

God, I'm always so nervous about this. It's just hair, and it'll grow out if I don't like it. But I'm so damn vain I don't want to have to deal with hair I don't like.

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All Eyes on Me

"Do you know why heroes boast? Because it makes them brave."

Entries tagged with hair

Out with the cast

The height of hair fashion in the 1890s

Costumes for Sherlock Holmes!

Scrunchasaurus

On to positive things

Tea and vanity

Simple hairstyling of which I am childishly proud

Friends moving out, friends moving in

MR. AND MRS. GIANT TURKEY

New haircut-- actually different this time!

Lightheaded rambling about my face and hair

SO READY FOR INTERCON

Chores for the play

My mother is smarter than me

Musing on my current state of mind

Day of the readthrough

Taking stock

Stress-reducing frivolity

Redgoth hairstylist

Yet another hair excursion