And so now I find myself listening to the Macarena at 11:00pm. Brilliant! What could be a better end to my day than a late night dance party through my head phones?
In other slightly more exciting news, I discovered a disconcerting rash around my navel. Yikes! So I told my brother and his wife they could inherit my savings if it turned fatal. To my heart's desire, they promised to buy a BlendTec with it. If you come to my funeral, there may be smoothies. [: But in all seriousness, a BlendTec is the bomb. Especially with a 4' pitcher! It's the blender Jamba Juice uses. And wow. Just imagine how smooth chunky protein drinks would become. And delicious! Oh peanut butter chocolate banana drink.... I'll get you one day....
Lastly, I neglected to wear any makeup today. This isn't anything fantastic, or at least wouldn't be, had I not been complimented on it. Ouch! I don't think I've der been so slow to take a compliment... In any case.... It's not that I dislike myself with a naked face, I just prefer it with makeup.
I suppose I'll head to bed.... Seeing as my Macarena is over. [: Cheers!
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Spock, Injustice and The Little Lad Who Loves Berries and Cream
There is a certain amount of trust we put in our hairdressers, barbers, cosmetologists, the like. I feel as though today's experience greatly betrayed any and all trust I put into mine today. No, she wasn't even MINE. MINE is still back home, because I couldn't convince her to move here yet. The thing about MY hairdresser was that she always gave me the perfect haircut for my face, figure, and personality. Hilde, I missed you when I first moved, and today I miss you even more.
I was so excited to get my hair cut today, back to its formal glory and cuteness. Luckily, my hair was cut well enough [again, thank you Hilde] that it maintained its shape, even as it grew, unlike it has when others have cut my hair. Somehow half always grows longer, and the texture frizzes out hardcore. So as I lent out my trust today by asking "I'd like the same hair cut, a few more layers in the back, and about 1.5" off in length. Also, please be sure to cut it dry, because I have wavy hair, and doesn't get cut evenly when it's wet" what that actually translated into with a look at the result was "Please make me look like a cross between Spock and the weird guy on the Skittles commercial who is 'the little lad who loves berries and cream,' with no regard to blending my layers. Also, go ahead and chop off two inches, leave no room for anyone who has any skill to fix it, and ruin my day." Did you miss something? Or was that just me?
My excitement bloomed into terror as she started my hair cut by spritzing my hair with water. Water gets things wet.... Water makes my hair wavy.... Water leads to an uneven cut....
But I was pretty chill with it, giving her the benefit of the doubt [why, I don't know, because in the oh, I don't know, seven years I've been struggling with egotistical hairdressers to cut my hair DRY because I'm RIGHT] that she knew what she was doing. She also thinned it while it was wet. Wet. Soggy. Sopping. WET!
By now I was a flaming mess with the look of a wet dog. And she was done. That's when I said "Excuse me.... My hair needs to be dry to tell if it's even, and to see how the layers look." Begrudingly, and after showing my the pricing she dried my hair, snipped on it some more, and gave me the mirror asking for approval and release. She even pulled the line "Let me talk to my manager to see if I can finish you, because I think there is someone else waiting." Rubbish. I anticipated paying the price for a cut and a style, and told her that in the first place. However.... The price I ended up paying was for a shampoo and cut, with no style involved. What I don't understand is how you can cut someone's hair, leave it wet and unresolved, and send them on their way. I don't think so.... That is another $10 please. [: Ridiculous.... Not only that, but that $10 involved blowdrying my hair [which I'd taken great care to do already that morning], and flat ironing it [wrong. Why in Hades would I iron my hair under?! Obviously, it was straight down with no curl when I came in, why curl it and get embarrassed and baffled that I iron it straight when I ask you to iron it straight?!], and adding hairspray at the very end.
Next she forgot the layers in the back to help with volume. By layers she interpreted that as "Would you please chop off the length and leave the sides long so it doesn't transition at all from sides to back?" She also used hair clippers with no attachment on my neckline. Did I ask for that? Did she ask if I wanted my hair shaved? For those of you who don't know, I have a very pretty neckline, with no undesirable hair, and a lovely shape. Well.... At least I used to. I was so disgusted at this point that when she took the cape off and said "I forgot to shape your bangs!" I said very loudly "No, I will do those myself." Funnily, those are the only parts of my hair that look fantastic. There wasn't even anything fantastic about my haircut, other than it was a fantastic disaster.
On my way out the door, I told her how displeased I was with her service, but obviously didn't prove it, as I still tipped her. Why I did that, I have no idea. I really should not have. It was either a pity tip, or I was in such a state of shock, that I tipped her out of habit.
The drama didn't REALLY set in until I got home and more closely examined the damage. And that's when the tears started. Well not really. I passed my brother on my way home, and he on his way out. He didn't even notice. But, I don't get my hair cut for other people to notice. I get my hair cut because it's a confidence thing for me. To have it absolutely botched, with blunt edges, to blending, too short to do fix anything, and really truly ugly to me, is a complete esteem bomb. The only consolation is that hair grows. But that doesn't help me NOW while my hair is still too short. I have shed many tears at the injustice of this terrible act.
This is truly why I'll pay very well for a fabulous haircut. The emotional distress and trauma isn't worth it. And no, I will not post pictures, it's too disgusting for view. But I've written well over a thousand words, so that makes up for it. My plans for the day have disintegrated. I was supposed to go to a career fair. Everything was perfect. My outfit was adorable and professional. My makeup was stunning. My breakfast was delicious. My legs were smooth and lotioned. My teeth were pristine. My hair was an inch and a half too long, but infinitely better than it is now. But as a result of my drive for perfection, and my trust in the unknown, my plans, as well as my esteem, was shot so bloodily I was destroyed.
There is much to be mended. There is a heart to be fixed. There is a head of [not much] hair to be worked on. There is esteem to be pieced back together. There is trust to be rebuilt.
This will not happen quickly. I do believe I'll be overpaying for haircuts until I can find a reasonable price with a great talent. I would rather overpay and look fabulous, than pay standard and look like garbage.
I am not feeling so cheery, and all the byes have something good associated with them. So I will simply say, with a morose soul and maudlin heart, do not get your hair cut at Fantastic Sam's.
I was so excited to get my hair cut today, back to its formal glory and cuteness. Luckily, my hair was cut well enough [again, thank you Hilde] that it maintained its shape, even as it grew, unlike it has when others have cut my hair. Somehow half always grows longer, and the texture frizzes out hardcore. So as I lent out my trust today by asking "I'd like the same hair cut, a few more layers in the back, and about 1.5" off in length. Also, please be sure to cut it dry, because I have wavy hair, and doesn't get cut evenly when it's wet" what that actually translated into with a look at the result was "Please make me look like a cross between Spock and the weird guy on the Skittles commercial who is 'the little lad who loves berries and cream,' with no regard to blending my layers. Also, go ahead and chop off two inches, leave no room for anyone who has any skill to fix it, and ruin my day." Did you miss something? Or was that just me?
My excitement bloomed into terror as she started my hair cut by spritzing my hair with water. Water gets things wet.... Water makes my hair wavy.... Water leads to an uneven cut....
But I was pretty chill with it, giving her the benefit of the doubt [why, I don't know, because in the oh, I don't know, seven years I've been struggling with egotistical hairdressers to cut my hair DRY because I'm RIGHT] that she knew what she was doing. She also thinned it while it was wet. Wet. Soggy. Sopping. WET!
By now I was a flaming mess with the look of a wet dog. And she was done. That's when I said "Excuse me.... My hair needs to be dry to tell if it's even, and to see how the layers look." Begrudingly, and after showing my the pricing she dried my hair, snipped on it some more, and gave me the mirror asking for approval and release. She even pulled the line "Let me talk to my manager to see if I can finish you, because I think there is someone else waiting." Rubbish. I anticipated paying the price for a cut and a style, and told her that in the first place. However.... The price I ended up paying was for a shampoo and cut, with no style involved. What I don't understand is how you can cut someone's hair, leave it wet and unresolved, and send them on their way. I don't think so.... That is another $10 please. [: Ridiculous.... Not only that, but that $10 involved blowdrying my hair [which I'd taken great care to do already that morning], and flat ironing it [wrong. Why in Hades would I iron my hair under?! Obviously, it was straight down with no curl when I came in, why curl it and get embarrassed and baffled that I iron it straight when I ask you to iron it straight?!], and adding hairspray at the very end.
Next she forgot the layers in the back to help with volume. By layers she interpreted that as "Would you please chop off the length and leave the sides long so it doesn't transition at all from sides to back?" She also used hair clippers with no attachment on my neckline. Did I ask for that? Did she ask if I wanted my hair shaved? For those of you who don't know, I have a very pretty neckline, with no undesirable hair, and a lovely shape. Well.... At least I used to. I was so disgusted at this point that when she took the cape off and said "I forgot to shape your bangs!" I said very loudly "No, I will do those myself." Funnily, those are the only parts of my hair that look fantastic. There wasn't even anything fantastic about my haircut, other than it was a fantastic disaster.
On my way out the door, I told her how displeased I was with her service, but obviously didn't prove it, as I still tipped her. Why I did that, I have no idea. I really should not have. It was either a pity tip, or I was in such a state of shock, that I tipped her out of habit.
The drama didn't REALLY set in until I got home and more closely examined the damage. And that's when the tears started. Well not really. I passed my brother on my way home, and he on his way out. He didn't even notice. But, I don't get my hair cut for other people to notice. I get my hair cut because it's a confidence thing for me. To have it absolutely botched, with blunt edges, to blending, too short to do fix anything, and really truly ugly to me, is a complete esteem bomb. The only consolation is that hair grows. But that doesn't help me NOW while my hair is still too short. I have shed many tears at the injustice of this terrible act.
This is truly why I'll pay very well for a fabulous haircut. The emotional distress and trauma isn't worth it. And no, I will not post pictures, it's too disgusting for view. But I've written well over a thousand words, so that makes up for it. My plans for the day have disintegrated. I was supposed to go to a career fair. Everything was perfect. My outfit was adorable and professional. My makeup was stunning. My breakfast was delicious. My legs were smooth and lotioned. My teeth were pristine. My hair was an inch and a half too long, but infinitely better than it is now. But as a result of my drive for perfection, and my trust in the unknown, my plans, as well as my esteem, was shot so bloodily I was destroyed.
There is much to be mended. There is a heart to be fixed. There is a head of [not much] hair to be worked on. There is esteem to be pieced back together. There is trust to be rebuilt.
This will not happen quickly. I do believe I'll be overpaying for haircuts until I can find a reasonable price with a great talent. I would rather overpay and look fabulous, than pay standard and look like garbage.
I am not feeling so cheery, and all the byes have something good associated with them. So I will simply say, with a morose soul and maudlin heart, do not get your hair cut at Fantastic Sam's.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Bargain Food. That's It!
More often then not, I find myself making deals and promises with myself just to get through a task. For example, the only way I could drag my sorry carcass out of bed this morning to run was by telling myself "you'll feel better.... " in my sweetest crooning voice. Moreover, on the run itself, I was far past due to quit, but somehow managed to convince myself, only to let myself down, that "you can slow down once you cross this street" or "how about just to that tree?" No. My promises were soon broken and refilled with another too good to be true flat faced lie.
The saddest of all accounts is happening immediately. It has taken me over two hours to finish 3/4 of my double stacked black bean chipotle burger. Two hours! PLUS! The best excuse I could come up with was "you can have another glass of water if you finish... :D" Absolutely ridiculous. Here I am, about to die, and the best thing I can think of to offer myself is water? And from the tap....
In any case, I'd best be back to my duty.... Cheers...
The saddest of all accounts is happening immediately. It has taken me over two hours to finish 3/4 of my double stacked black bean chipotle burger. Two hours! PLUS! The best excuse I could come up with was "you can have another glass of water if you finish... :D" Absolutely ridiculous. Here I am, about to die, and the best thing I can think of to offer myself is water? And from the tap....
In any case, I'd best be back to my duty.... Cheers...
Thursday, September 2, 2010
SAA, Tans and Bus Passes
Alright all you Copper Bebes and Tree Frogs hooligans, this one is for you. And me of course. [:
Hi, My name is Melanie, and I've gone 72 hours without sweets. With a change in diet, I've decided to start my own support group for sugar addicts like myself. We'll call it Sugar Addicts Anonymous. Oh how original! Teeheehee. Anywho, instead of serving cookies and juice at the end, we'll have protein shakes. Brilliant, no?
Now don't think I'm crazy for what I'm about to say. My brother knows a bit about nutrition. A few of them do actually, but particularly this one. After noticing what I eat [more like what I don't eat] he educated me on the benefits of protein. I thought I was getting enough, even though I am vegetarian. However.... He soon told me the difference between animal and plant protein break downs. So.... although I was getting enough protein for an omnivore, I was at half of what I should be for an herbivore.
Since increasing my protein intake, my sugar cravings have been tamed. For example... There is a bag of delicious chocolate chip oatmeal cookies that have been sitting on our counter since Sunday. Yes. And today is Thursday. It is absolutely fantastic to not be a sugar peon. However.... I still get tripped up on images of sugar.... I've noticed I google images of chocolate and cheesecake more than I used to.... I don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad....
You'd think that living in Hawaii has maybe boosted my tan, but sadly, it's barely noticeable still. No worries. I have roughly five years to become not albino.
Lastly, I'll mention the joys of a bus pass. I am absolutely thrilled to not have to shell out $2.50 per ride. I feel a great sense of triumph just flashing my bus card and moving on in the line. And I don't feel so bad for taking a wrong bus, or getting off at the wrong stop. Boom chief! I got the power!
Talk about a nineties flashback. Or was that eighties? In anycase, now comes the part of the day where I become a cleaned up citizen of Hawaii instead of some mangey bum that lounges around all day. Cheers!
P.s. Disclaimer- Increasing protein doesn't necessarily mean eating meat. In fact, I still do not eat meat, I have merely supplemented my diet with protein powder.
Hi, My name is Melanie, and I've gone 72 hours without sweets. With a change in diet, I've decided to start my own support group for sugar addicts like myself. We'll call it Sugar Addicts Anonymous. Oh how original! Teeheehee. Anywho, instead of serving cookies and juice at the end, we'll have protein shakes. Brilliant, no?
Now don't think I'm crazy for what I'm about to say. My brother knows a bit about nutrition. A few of them do actually, but particularly this one. After noticing what I eat [more like what I don't eat] he educated me on the benefits of protein. I thought I was getting enough, even though I am vegetarian. However.... He soon told me the difference between animal and plant protein break downs. So.... although I was getting enough protein for an omnivore, I was at half of what I should be for an herbivore.
Since increasing my protein intake, my sugar cravings have been tamed. For example... There is a bag of delicious chocolate chip oatmeal cookies that have been sitting on our counter since Sunday. Yes. And today is Thursday. It is absolutely fantastic to not be a sugar peon. However.... I still get tripped up on images of sugar.... I've noticed I google images of chocolate and cheesecake more than I used to.... I don't know if that's a good thing, or a bad....
You'd think that living in Hawaii has maybe boosted my tan, but sadly, it's barely noticeable still. No worries. I have roughly five years to become not albino.
Lastly, I'll mention the joys of a bus pass. I am absolutely thrilled to not have to shell out $2.50 per ride. I feel a great sense of triumph just flashing my bus card and moving on in the line. And I don't feel so bad for taking a wrong bus, or getting off at the wrong stop. Boom chief! I got the power!
Talk about a nineties flashback. Or was that eighties? In anycase, now comes the part of the day where I become a cleaned up citizen of Hawaii instead of some mangey bum that lounges around all day. Cheers!
P.s. Disclaimer- Increasing protein doesn't necessarily mean eating meat. In fact, I still do not eat meat, I have merely supplemented my diet with protein powder.
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