May 31 2003
I have reached new levels of pathetic when I have been carrying around a journal topic in my head for literally a week and have not yet written it down. Especially when it is something so superficial as MY HAIR. But I have to get it out now before I forget again and have to lament that I haven’t talked about my hair in my journal like I meant to.
So. I’m growing out my bangs. This should be quite a shock for anyone who knows me, because I have literally had bangs since I’ve had hair on my head at all. I have never not had bangs. I don’t think I have the right face or forehead or hairline to pull off the no-bangs looks. But Vicki has been sending “no bangs” vibes my way since we were sophomores (and don’t try to deny it either, Vic. Remember that day you made me to to school with my bangs combed back and it looked like I got caught in a rainstorm and high wind directly after applying hair spray? Yeah.) so I finally lost my will to fight and decided “What the hell? If it looks bad I just chop the hair back to bangs. No big deal”
Except that now I’m growing out my bangs so I have to do something with them. I can’t style them the normal way (which means blow dry and spray) because they would hang into my eyes. I can’t have that. . . back in ’99 I let my bangs get a little too long and they bothered a co-worker so she sat me down and trimmed my hair at work. I felt like I was five years old getting a haircut from my mom in the kitchen. I do not want to go through that again, although she did a nice job. Right. So, what I have been doing is styling them so MOST of my bangs sweep to the right side of my head and the rest to the left, where they fall next to my eyes and hopefully will not attract scissor wielding co-workers. But now I’m afraid that I am thisclose to 80′s hair. I’m not sure exactly what constitutes mall bangs anymore, but I have a fear of doing anything that will make me look more at one with my Hell Neighbors (trailer park, remember). Every day I fight a battle with my hair, trying to get it OUT of my eyes, but contain it to less than an inch in height. I do not use a curling iron. Maybe that is what is saving me.
The other part of this is that I feel the need to add chemicals to my hair again. I want some kicky streaks for summer. Maybe blonde, although I don’t think I have the complexion to pull off blonde (glowing white skin). . .plus my eyebrows are nearly black so that would be an odd combo. I’m thinking red. I love me some red hair and it was hard for me to stop dying it exceeding redder shades, but my stepfather is a fireman and I didn’t want him spraying flame-retardant in my direction. After I went back to my natural colour, my mother told me he said it was a relief to see I had stopped dying my hair strange colours. Bah. He should be glad I never went blue, like I wanted to. So, if anyone has opinions on what I should do with my hair, let me hear them.
Before we get to the Friday Five, here is an exerpt from an e-mail I got from my dad today, regarding the incident from Wednesday. The only thing I added were quote marks around the speaking parts:
“Funny about your neighbor kid. Reminded me of when you were little, marching out to the goat barn with your plastic armour and sword chopping on the chicken cages hollering ‘ha ha!’. I was in the hay loft and hollered down ‘ha!’. You about shit.”
That’s my dad, always bringing up the good memories. I laughed my ass off for about 10 minutes after I read this, because while I don’t remember this particular incident, I did love that little plastic sword and armour set. I chopped at a lot of things yelling “ha ha!” in a way that was supposed to taunt my enemies.
OK Friday Five. I can see whoever wrote this was going for a whole deep, philosophical theme, but I do not feel like being either today:
1. What do you most want to be remembered for?
Being a nice person with a loving heart . . . who was pretty.
2. What quotation best fits your outlook on life?
“I gave my life to become the person I am right now. Was it worth it?” – Richard Bach
3. What single achievement are you most proud of in the past year?
I got The Man to put a door on the bathroom. WOO!
4. What about the past ten years?
I didn’t die! WOO! And I was never arrested! Double WOO!
5. If you were asked to give a child a single piece of advice to guide them through life, what would you say?
“What people think of you is not nearly as important as it seems to be in your teenage years. It definitely isn’t worth acting like an idiot to get someone to notice you.”