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ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-04-08 10:52 pm
ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-04-08 10:52 pm
*smiles rather insanely*
So, NEITHER OF MY COMPUTERS ARE LETTING ME PROPERLY RESPOND TO COMMENTS.
I apologize on behalf of my $#@&%$$ computer, but it can't be helped. :(
So anyway, the other night's entry that was deleted was all about some stuff and I decided against doing a repost of most of it, but some stuff I can salvage in my brain I'm posting now.
I was talking about my hair (as I do quite often) and I was talking about such terms as "deepest loathing", "with the hateful passion that burns with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns" (stolen from Fairly Oddparents) and "palpable hatred."
These are the terms used to describe my parents and grandparents and other family members' great dislike for my hair.
I don't know why, but they loathe it. They absolutely, positively loathe my hair to the point of glaring, threatening stares and entire dinnertime conversations devoted to the ritual that is "hair-hating" and because of which I ultimately end up in tears, or on the verge of them.
They want me in a chin-length bob with bangs.
I JUST SPENT ALMOST SIX YEARS OF MY LIFE GROWING OUT THE PAIN THAT IS "bangs".
I also spent roughly ten or so years growing out my series of incredibly short haircuts. I loathe short hair on girls, especially myself.
Why am I so passionately against cutting my hair?
Well, I look at myself in the mirror and I cry, and I cry, and I sob and I loathe, and I just hate my appearence. The only thing that saves me is my hair, when I brush it and condition it, and etc it, blah blah blah. I AM NOT CUTTING MY HAIR. STOP SUGGESTING IT. STOP IMPLYING IT. STOP TELLING ME I LOOK LIKE A MOP, A BROOM, A WITCH, A SCRAG, A HISPANIC (my grandmother was actually angry with me because she says I look too much like I'm Hispanic) AND ALL OF YOUR OTHER INSULTS. THEY HURT. VERY MUCH.
Thank you.
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Today is Julian's birthday! love! However...
I strongly fear that the song I so hated, that cover version of When I'm 64 done for an insurance commercial, was done by Julian. *dies*
Well, we'll soon see.
Pretty soon I'm going to write a very helpful essay for the male population of the world.
Yes.
Ivyette @ 10:46 PM
I apologize on behalf of my $#@&%$$ computer, but it can't be helped. :(
So anyway, the other night's entry that was deleted was all about some stuff and I decided against doing a repost of most of it, but some stuff I can salvage in my brain I'm posting now.
I was talking about my hair (as I do quite often) and I was talking about such terms as "deepest loathing", "with the hateful passion that burns with the white-hot intensity of a thousand suns" (stolen from Fairly Oddparents) and "palpable hatred."
These are the terms used to describe my parents and grandparents and other family members' great dislike for my hair.
I don't know why, but they loathe it. They absolutely, positively loathe my hair to the point of glaring, threatening stares and entire dinnertime conversations devoted to the ritual that is "hair-hating" and because of which I ultimately end up in tears, or on the verge of them.
They want me in a chin-length bob with bangs.
I JUST SPENT ALMOST SIX YEARS OF MY LIFE GROWING OUT THE PAIN THAT IS "bangs".
I also spent roughly ten or so years growing out my series of incredibly short haircuts. I loathe short hair on girls, especially myself.
Why am I so passionately against cutting my hair?
Well, I look at myself in the mirror and I cry, and I cry, and I sob and I loathe, and I just hate my appearence. The only thing that saves me is my hair, when I brush it and condition it, and etc it, blah blah blah. I AM NOT CUTTING MY HAIR. STOP SUGGESTING IT. STOP IMPLYING IT. STOP TELLING ME I LOOK LIKE A MOP, A BROOM, A WITCH, A SCRAG, A HISPANIC (my grandmother was actually angry with me because she says I look too much like I'm Hispanic) AND ALL OF YOUR OTHER INSULTS. THEY HURT. VERY MUCH.
Thank you.
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Today is Julian's birthday! love! However...
I strongly fear that the song I so hated, that cover version of When I'm 64 done for an insurance commercial, was done by Julian. *dies*
Well, we'll soon see.
Pretty soon I'm going to write a very helpful essay for the male population of the world.
Yes.
Ivyette @ 10:46 PM
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Ivyette
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Don't listen to them. Family is always crazy. And <////3 to bangs.
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Oh no, I've stopped listening to them awhile ago. I'm trimming my hair with the hopes they'll shut up for awhile.
GO BANGS-HATERS! *slaps palms*
Ivyette