I think I'm going to go back to the salon today and find out what they will do to fix my hair. They'd better do something, because it frizzed out a lot more by the end of last night's dance class. I have a veritable grey corona, now.
Tonight, I model at Club Renn. Here's a poster for the event. I don't know what I'll do with my hair. Maybe put it in braids. I don't know what I'll do about makeup. The makeup artists shouldn't use anything on my eyes. I'm not sure if my conjunctivitis has completely cleared up or not, and wouldn't want to contaminate their makeup supply or pass on the pink grief to the other models. At the same time, I don't want to contaminate my own makeup supply, either.
Maybe I just won't model, then. My bare face will look very out of place. We'll see how it goes when I check in for my fitting.
I still have a sore throat and chronic asthma. It's been three weeks, already. Won't this plague leave me alone, already?
That being said, I did manage to do the entire choreography class last night without getting too shagged-out. I'm performing in two weeks. Jay-zus! If you want to come see me make a choreographical fool of myself, advance tickets are $7, or you pay $10 at the door. It's on Ontario street between Duke and Weber, in Corporation Square. Parking is free Sundays at the parking structure at the corner of Duke and Ontario, and the show starts at 3:30 (should be out by 5:30).
And now for some links:
Nervio: "The word could be defined as a feeling of such intense affection that one trembles or grits his teeth with restraint so as not to harm the object of his affection." I get nervio for little animals. I get a, thankfully, repressible urge to hold critters like degus in my hands and squeeze the bejeezus out of them. They're just so cute I want to squish 'em to bits (thanks,
zombienought.
Pictures of Real Jackalopes: Whoa! They really do exist! Some of them look like Cthulhu bunnies.
Plan 59: Great collection of 1950s advertising, much of it very, very creepy. Check out the Gallery of Demonic Tots for some prime examples.
Suspension of Disbelief: Bob Averill was expelled from art school for not believing in leprechauns. In fact, they even want him to go in for psychiatric evaluation. By the way, his blog, Portland Atheist, is a good read.
And what is this world coming to when Paris Hilton is the comparatively classy one? Britney Spears really wants you to see her crotch: NSFW, of course. The irony here is Paris is trying to hold Britney's legs closed.
Tonight, I model at Club Renn. Here's a poster for the event. I don't know what I'll do with my hair. Maybe put it in braids. I don't know what I'll do about makeup. The makeup artists shouldn't use anything on my eyes. I'm not sure if my conjunctivitis has completely cleared up or not, and wouldn't want to contaminate their makeup supply or pass on the pink grief to the other models. At the same time, I don't want to contaminate my own makeup supply, either.
Maybe I just won't model, then. My bare face will look very out of place. We'll see how it goes when I check in for my fitting.
I still have a sore throat and chronic asthma. It's been three weeks, already. Won't this plague leave me alone, already?
That being said, I did manage to do the entire choreography class last night without getting too shagged-out. I'm performing in two weeks. Jay-zus! If you want to come see me make a choreographical fool of myself, advance tickets are $7, or you pay $10 at the door. It's on Ontario street between Duke and Weber, in Corporation Square. Parking is free Sundays at the parking structure at the corner of Duke and Ontario, and the show starts at 3:30 (should be out by 5:30).
And now for some links:
Nervio: "The word could be defined as a feeling of such intense affection that one trembles or grits his teeth with restraint so as not to harm the object of his affection." I get nervio for little animals. I get a, thankfully, repressible urge to hold critters like degus in my hands and squeeze the bejeezus out of them. They're just so cute I want to squish 'em to bits (thanks,
Pictures of Real Jackalopes: Whoa! They really do exist! Some of them look like Cthulhu bunnies.
Plan 59: Great collection of 1950s advertising, much of it very, very creepy. Check out the Gallery of Demonic Tots for some prime examples.
Suspension of Disbelief: Bob Averill was expelled from art school for not believing in leprechauns. In fact, they even want him to go in for psychiatric evaluation. By the way, his blog, Portland Atheist, is a good read.
And what is this world coming to when Paris Hilton is the comparatively classy one? Britney Spears really wants you to see her crotch: NSFW, of course. The irony here is Paris is trying to hold Britney's legs closed.
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Date: 2006-11-29 01:10 pm (UTC)From:Getting a shitty hair cut totally fucking sucks and it's even worse when they add a bad dye job.
I've never shelled out to get my hair dyed at a salon, I'm a total bathroom self change kinda girl but this means I can't have really subtle lovely things done because
a) I'm doing it to myself and it's damn hard to do the back of your own head!
b)I'm so not a trained hair dresser
c) I use aluminum foil instaed of the nicer stuff
d) I tend to go dark colours (usually black) at the same time I'm trying to do bleachy bits with punky colour
The last streaks I had staggered on the top from my middle part. Last time I did my hair I was too drunk after a work social to do something more then the fron tendrils in a red colour- so that's what I've got and I'm liking it cause it's easy to maintain :) but it sure isn't salon made.
I've been shelling out for cuts at Coup Bizzare for about two years after I had one free at a cutting class and loved the cut. I think I've shelled out the $70 three times since then and should probably go again soon now that I think about it... but it can wait til after xmas and I decide what I'm doing for work.
Good luck getting the hair retouched, do make sure you condition the heck out of it and see if they can do some heavy conditioning at the salon too.
One last peice of advice about the hair
Date: 2006-11-29 01:29 pm (UTC)From:1) don't put any oils or leave in creams in you hair and if you have any in wash them out or at least warn the hairdresser about them, they are likely to interfere with haw the dye takes.
2) If you don't have anything in you hair don't wash it today, natural oils will not interfere with the dye but will protect you scalp and forehead, I doubt you need new freckles.
3) Find out what they are putting in, your hair is already over processed make it clear to them that's not acceptable, you don't want more damage, I haven't seen you hair so I don't know whether they can get your desired colour without rebleaching but regardless of what colour they go with do NOT let them put anything stronger then 10 Vol peroxide in. 10 in the most gentle and on bleached hair I'd rarely use even that. They should be able to use a toner at this point to get a good result but it depends on what colour brand they are using and what colour courses they have taken.
Best of luck!
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Date: 2006-11-29 02:35 pm (UTC)From:I have this theory that hair dressers are really better trained to sell you products than they are looking after hair. If I could only find a salon that was actually interested in healthy hair, I'd be set.
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Date: 2006-11-29 11:07 pm (UTC)From:There's a long-hair salon in Toronto (Yonge & Wellesley, 2nd floor), but I've never been.
/hairhippiegeekery
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Date: 2006-11-29 06:40 pm (UTC)From:2) If you need help with your hairstyle tonight, let me know. Sometimes an extra set of hands is good.
3)Those Demon Tots are terrifying...it ALMOST makes me want to stand in front of a microwave.
4) Am I the only gal on the planet who actually wears PANTIES?!
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Date: 2006-11-29 06:46 pm (UTC)From:Hairstyle? Sure! I need all the help I can get. I'm about to jump in the shower to wash and condition the bejeezus out of my hair. I hope this treatment helps....
I was about to say, "I wear panties!" But then I realized I'd already taken them off for the shower, so maybe you are the only one.
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Date: 2006-11-29 07:28 pm (UTC)From:Let me know when you want me to help with your hair. I can come there, you can come here...whatever is best for you. I even have lots of hair product crap, if you are interested in that.
Maybe I should shed my knickers so I can fit in!!!!
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Date: 2006-11-29 07:20 pm (UTC)From:Aieee, it's snowing again - this can't be, it's Victoria....
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Date: 2006-11-30 02:36 am (UTC)From: