So...tomorrow I am going to a really professional salon to have my hair lightened. Like, really professional salon. I've had highlights done here and there, and my sister has dyed my hair back to it's natural state using a drugstore box kit. But yeah, that's about it.
And...I.am.scared.
Scared that they will do a great job? Absolutely not. I'm scared that my hair is too ratty or broken that they will be thinking, "What on Earth has this girl been doing to her hair?!" I guess it's kind of that stigma that most people that go to these kind of salons keep up with trims and things (refer to my last post).
I always picture the stylist see me walk in with my long hair and dreading the fact that they will be doing my hair for like the next three hours. I hope that's not the case tomorrow. I've actually had a hairdresser comment to me one time, "Good grief, why on Earth do you let your hair get this long?!" This really embarrassed me and made me wonder if all hairdressers think that when they go to do my hair.
I hope not. Because I don't intend to get it cut! At least not for a while.
But anyways, have a good week all(and wish me good luck!)
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Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
my little rant
Well, having a blog, to me, means that you post whatever is crossing your mind at that very moment.
What I'm about to say is actually something that crosses my mind quite often. I don't know if you'd call it a rant or more or less a confession.
I am a lazy (but tries to hide it) girly girl.
I know that sounds stupid to do a post about, but really, I have my reasons. As I struggled (and failed) miserably to get my hair to do something today, I thought about this. Here are my explanations:
1. I am the worst at keeping up with hair trims. Like, to the point where some days I find great entertainment in peeling apart my split ends. My hair is a couple inches shy of my waistline, and I have no idea how. I torture the crap out of my hair. Straightening it every other day, going almost full-on blonde last year, blow-drying, you name it. And for some reason, though I take great pride in loading every conditioning product on Earth on my hair, I just can't get my lazy self to the salon for a little trim-a-roo.
2. I'm not going to go into details, but I have bangs right smack in the front of my face that are a result of being burned off by a faulty straightener.
3. I have an earring hole on my left ear that is all but gauged. I have no clue what happened, but it's been like that ever since I got my ears pierced when I was 5. Would keeping an earring out of it help it grow shut? Probably. But I like wearing earrings. So up until a few months ago, I decided to be stubborn and adorn that pesky little hole with jewelry. Now I've finally decided to try to let it grow shut.
4. I could use a brand-spanking new razor on my legs, and I always come out with stubble. Why? Because I am too lazy to do a good job. Do I care? Not really.
5. I always let myself all but get a uni brow before I decide it's time to pluck again. Okay, maybe that's exaggerated, but really, it gets pretty bad.
6. Blemish on my face? You can bet my fingers are right there at it. Why? Because I don't feel like waiting on an acne cream to take 213434 years to work. Popping it (though it never fails to leave a scar) is so much faster.
7. Unless it's summertime, there is a 95% chance my toes are not in condition to be seen by the light of day. Even in summertime it's debatable.
8. My messy buns are hit or miss. Seriously, to any girl out there who always has a perfect one, care to share tips? I don't understand this. With the amount of hair I have you'd think I'd be able to get this voluminous bun with artfully placed tendrils falling out. But no.
9. Half the time I forget to put on body moisturizer until my poor elbows and knee caps look like I've been rolling around in a pit of ashes and thorns.
The odd thing with this all is that I am a girly girl. I LOVE doing hair, makeup, anything fashion involved. I get my nails done. I love the color pink and anything sparkly. But because of this list (and there's others that I just can't remember at the moment) I'm donning myself a lazy girly girl.
It's kind of one of those things that you can't explain, but if you're the same way you know what I'm talking about!
But ANYWAYS, hope everyone is having a nice Valentines Day!
What I'm about to say is actually something that crosses my mind quite often. I don't know if you'd call it a rant or more or less a confession.
I am a lazy (but tries to hide it) girly girl.
I know that sounds stupid to do a post about, but really, I have my reasons. As I struggled (and failed) miserably to get my hair to do something today, I thought about this. Here are my explanations:
1. I am the worst at keeping up with hair trims. Like, to the point where some days I find great entertainment in peeling apart my split ends. My hair is a couple inches shy of my waistline, and I have no idea how. I torture the crap out of my hair. Straightening it every other day, going almost full-on blonde last year, blow-drying, you name it. And for some reason, though I take great pride in loading every conditioning product on Earth on my hair, I just can't get my lazy self to the salon for a little trim-a-roo.
2. I'm not going to go into details, but I have bangs right smack in the front of my face that are a result of being burned off by a faulty straightener.
3. I have an earring hole on my left ear that is all but gauged. I have no clue what happened, but it's been like that ever since I got my ears pierced when I was 5. Would keeping an earring out of it help it grow shut? Probably. But I like wearing earrings. So up until a few months ago, I decided to be stubborn and adorn that pesky little hole with jewelry. Now I've finally decided to try to let it grow shut.
4. I could use a brand-spanking new razor on my legs, and I always come out with stubble. Why? Because I am too lazy to do a good job. Do I care? Not really.
5. I always let myself all but get a uni brow before I decide it's time to pluck again. Okay, maybe that's exaggerated, but really, it gets pretty bad.
6. Blemish on my face? You can bet my fingers are right there at it. Why? Because I don't feel like waiting on an acne cream to take 213434 years to work. Popping it (though it never fails to leave a scar) is so much faster.
7. Unless it's summertime, there is a 95% chance my toes are not in condition to be seen by the light of day. Even in summertime it's debatable.
8. My messy buns are hit or miss. Seriously, to any girl out there who always has a perfect one, care to share tips? I don't understand this. With the amount of hair I have you'd think I'd be able to get this voluminous bun with artfully placed tendrils falling out. But no.
9. Half the time I forget to put on body moisturizer until my poor elbows and knee caps look like I've been rolling around in a pit of ashes and thorns.
The odd thing with this all is that I am a girly girl. I LOVE doing hair, makeup, anything fashion involved. I get my nails done. I love the color pink and anything sparkly. But because of this list (and there's others that I just can't remember at the moment) I'm donning myself a lazy girly girl.
It's kind of one of those things that you can't explain, but if you're the same way you know what I'm talking about!
But ANYWAYS, hope everyone is having a nice Valentines Day!
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