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ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-04-15 09:11 pm
ivybgreenflower) wrote2004-04-15 09:11 pm
There's a rockshow! They've got... Long Hair!
^^^From Rockshow
Fitting title considering the subject of this entry.
Ok. So I spent today going on and offline.
Went to Fantastic Sams and scheduled 4:30 appointment.
Went to Publix and ran into Jessica. Whee!
Went home.
Went back to FS and had my hair trimmed.
She washed my hair and my neck got sore because it takes so damn long to wash my hair.
Then she combed my hair. So we've got about twenty minutes of washing and combing. The girl said I gave her a workout... good, that means I have done my job well. :)
She trimmed a bit off the ends and held it up for me too see. "How's this? That enough?" ENOUGH? IT WAS TOO MUCH! But anyway, I squeaked out an "mm-hmm" and she finished in about three minutes. I didn't bother having it dried.
My hair is now 25 inches long. Ack.
It does look gorgeous, though. Very shiny and nice.
You probably can't tell the difference, but that's ok.
Since the trim, I've felt better. I'm sad, but I'm in a super mood anyway, because I was looking at myself in the mirror and I look the same way I always did, but I didn't want to throw up. I noticed two things in the mirror.
1. My lips are cute.
2. My legs are KILLER in these jeans. I know, I don't ever gush about things like this, but they do look superfantasticalygorgeous.
They probably look good because I feel like a "Four pound sausage in a two pound skin" as Granny from The Beverly Hilbillies says.
I don't care. I may never wear another pair of jeans again.
"Ah, she tastes like wine... I feel like letting go! I wanna put 'er on the radio! Ladies and gentlemen, a brand new star!"
-Paul, "Letting Go"
Ivyette @ Almost 9 o'clock
Fitting title considering the subject of this entry.
Ok. So I spent today going on and offline.
Went to Fantastic Sams and scheduled 4:30 appointment.
Went to Publix and ran into Jessica. Whee!
Went home.
Went back to FS and had my hair trimmed.
She washed my hair and my neck got sore because it takes so damn long to wash my hair.
Then she combed my hair. So we've got about twenty minutes of washing and combing. The girl said I gave her a workout... good, that means I have done my job well. :)
She trimmed a bit off the ends and held it up for me too see. "How's this? That enough?" ENOUGH? IT WAS TOO MUCH! But anyway, I squeaked out an "mm-hmm" and she finished in about three minutes. I didn't bother having it dried.
My hair is now 25 inches long. Ack.
It does look gorgeous, though. Very shiny and nice.
You probably can't tell the difference, but that's ok.
Since the trim, I've felt better. I'm sad, but I'm in a super mood anyway, because I was looking at myself in the mirror and I look the same way I always did, but I didn't want to throw up. I noticed two things in the mirror.
1. My lips are cute.
2. My legs are KILLER in these jeans. I know, I don't ever gush about things like this, but they do look superfantasticalygorgeous.
They probably look good because I feel like a "Four pound sausage in a two pound skin" as Granny from The Beverly Hilbillies says.
I don't care. I may never wear another pair of jeans again.
"Ah, she tastes like wine... I feel like letting go! I wanna put 'er on the radio! Ladies and gentlemen, a brand new star!"
-Paul, "Letting Go"
Ivyette @ Almost 9 o'clock
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