I recently got blue streaks. [I still owe my best friend money. That's how broke I am 'cause of them.] But anyway... they looked pretty cool for about two weeks but then the blue started washing off. Or sweating off as I wasn't showering much anyway, just to be cautious. But my sweaty, B.O. causing precautions didn't help at all. Eventually the blue started fading and some yellow started showing and that gave my hair a green effect. I was even cool with that. But now, after less than one month of getting the streaks, I have gone almost completely blonde.
It is possibly the single most horrible thing that has happened to my hair. Ever. I have literally only 2 blue streaks left and you have to really look for them. So being the weird, creepy, weird person I am, I cut off the remaining blue strands of my hair and put em in this little plastic bag and I shall save the strand forever.
One day, I'll be cleaning out my junk drawer and my kid[s] will go, "Hey mum, what's that?" And I will smugly tell them, "That is my hair back from 2011, when I dyed it blue."
Then my kids will gush over how awesome their mum is/was/forever will be. Or you know, make fun of me behind my back. Or scream. Whichever. I rather like the first option best. It reminds me of Artificial Intelligence, how the alien thingies used David's mum's hair to bring her back to life. So there; yet another reason for what I did being a god idea; I can be cloned later in life. And who wouldn't want that? =b
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
On moving and how gross the whole thing is
We're moving to Lahore in a couple of weeks. On the 22nd to be exact. So on top of University applications, catching up on my reading, studying for entry tests, generally being lazy, I now have packing to be worried about.
One thing about packing is that it's tiring. And dirty. So two things, really. We haven't tackled the whole putting-things-in-boxes part yet, we've just gotten rid of all the curtains and the carpets. So now the neighbors can spy at us at night and the rooms have become very echo-ey.
The carpet-removing guys came today. I had no idea exactly how much furniture we own until I had to help move it so we could pull the carpet from underneath. I have a back-ache to prove my mazdoori. And the dust! Oh my God, the dust. There was a whole layer of dust under the carpets. It was disgusting. [Had to help vacuum that too. My back is dying.]
And the worst part; the dust bunnies. I really do not know why they have such a cute name. Seriously. They're gross. They seemed to have taken over the entire house. My friend says I should try burning them. But another warned me that it smells like Orc poop so I'm not going to try.
I also learned that I'm a pack rat. I have so many things. I am not looking forward to throwing stuff away, but that'll come too. Mum never lets me keep stuff like, say, tissues I used to wipe my face after crying while watching Deathly Hallows. yes. I have them. Don't judge me. It was a special moment.
Anyway, other than the whole icky factor, moving is rather depressing. I never had an actual home but this one feels like it. 'Cause I spent almost 7 years here. Longer than I've spent in any place yet. But eh, the new house there has an actual garden so I guess it's all cool. Little things, yeah?
Tomorrow, I shall rest. And hopefully study a bit.
One thing about packing is that it's tiring. And dirty. So two things, really. We haven't tackled the whole putting-things-in-boxes part yet, we've just gotten rid of all the curtains and the carpets. So now the neighbors can spy at us at night and the rooms have become very echo-ey.
The carpet-removing guys came today. I had no idea exactly how much furniture we own until I had to help move it so we could pull the carpet from underneath. I have a back-ache to prove my mazdoori. And the dust! Oh my God, the dust. There was a whole layer of dust under the carpets. It was disgusting. [Had to help vacuum that too. My back is dying.]
And the worst part; the dust bunnies. I really do not know why they have such a cute name. Seriously. They're gross. They seemed to have taken over the entire house. My friend says I should try burning them. But another warned me that it smells like Orc poop so I'm not going to try.
I also learned that I'm a pack rat. I have so many things. I am not looking forward to throwing stuff away, but that'll come too. Mum never lets me keep stuff like, say, tissues I used to wipe my face after crying while watching Deathly Hallows. yes. I have them. Don't judge me. It was a special moment.
Anyway, other than the whole icky factor, moving is rather depressing. I never had an actual home but this one feels like it. 'Cause I spent almost 7 years here. Longer than I've spent in any place yet. But eh, the new house there has an actual garden so I guess it's all cool. Little things, yeah?
Tomorrow, I shall rest. And hopefully study a bit.
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