So on Tuesday I went to the doctor, despite the fact that I was, you know, entirely better. He concurred with my "I'm actually dandy now" assessment. But does everyone remember how awesome this was? (Explanation.) Because when I lost my insurance over the summer, I couldn't afford to keep up the scalp treatment, which means the horrible disgusting condition is back and better than ever! By which I mean itchier and flakier. Anyway, point is, the shower cap and hair gunk has returned.
I'm so hot, you don't even know.
And speaking of my hair, it's long. I realize that's not the most profound statement in the world, but it is remarkably true. It's long, like, the longest its been since high school, and possibly the longest it's ever been. It's about an inch or two above my butt. It is lonnnnnng. It's also the first thing people comment on when they haven't seen me in awhile ("My, your hair is long,") and also something people who spend a lot of time with me comment on ("Wow, your hair is long, and also, Panic! at the Disco exists, and here are some things about them..." [ilu rachel!]). So yes.
I occasionally entertain fantasies of chopping it off, or dying it blue. I really want to do something with it, but I'm at a loss for what. I'm not exactly a, uh, hair person. (Or makeup. Or clothes. Or shoes. Or... okay, you know that whole performance of femininity thing? I don't do that. I don't know how to do that, but I've avoided learning mostly by choice.) So... If anyone has any thoughts on how to make not-quite-straight-but-mostly-flat, extremely long, basically extremely pretty but dull hair exiting, do feel free to let me know!
(If I weren't far too lazy to fiddle with hair before work, except for getting it dry enough to not freeze in the cold, I would consider Vickie T's haircut. Sassiest bangs ever. Except I can't picture me with bangs. Nnnnnrg.)
So, yes. My scalp: bad. My hair: long. My life: dull.
( Oh, and also, I'm not participating in the LJ strike. )
I'm so hot, you don't even know.
And speaking of my hair, it's long. I realize that's not the most profound statement in the world, but it is remarkably true. It's long, like, the longest its been since high school, and possibly the longest it's ever been. It's about an inch or two above my butt. It is lonnnnnng. It's also the first thing people comment on when they haven't seen me in awhile ("My, your hair is long,") and also something people who spend a lot of time with me comment on ("Wow, your hair is long, and also, Panic! at the Disco exists, and here are some things about them..." [ilu rachel!]). So yes.
I occasionally entertain fantasies of chopping it off, or dying it blue. I really want to do something with it, but I'm at a loss for what. I'm not exactly a, uh, hair person. (Or makeup. Or clothes. Or shoes. Or... okay, you know that whole performance of femininity thing? I don't do that. I don't know how to do that, but I've avoided learning mostly by choice.) So... If anyone has any thoughts on how to make not-quite-straight-but-mostly-flat, extremely long, basically extremely pretty but dull hair exiting, do feel free to let me know!
(If I weren't far too lazy to fiddle with hair before work, except for getting it dry enough to not freeze in the cold, I would consider Vickie T's haircut. Sassiest bangs ever. Except I can't picture me with bangs. Nnnnnrg.)
So, yes. My scalp: bad. My hair: long. My life: dull.
( Oh, and also, I'm not participating in the LJ strike. )
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