Sian

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I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor. ~Lord Byron

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

About me

Name: Sian
I paint, write, and dance. Also cook vegetarian food.

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Sunday, 29 May 2005

I bought a new Scarlatti--Domenico--CD and got a haircut, yesterday. I actually let the woman chop a bunch of layers into my hair, mostly because I try to believe that someone I'm paying that much money for actually knows what they're doing. It was her suggestion, not mine. I believe the excuse was split ends. Well, go figure.

I've managed to make it almost a year without setting foot in a beauty parlor. There are only four things I hate about beauty parlors--the sight, sound, smell, and feel of them. If they had a taste, I'm sure that I would hate that, too. The woman managed to go an entire seventeen minutes without saying anything too stupid, and without making me feel too guilty about not wanting to chat, so I'll probably go back to her, in a year or so. (Our resident fashionista insists that she will force me to go back on a regular basis.)

The woman did, however make a comment about using a relaxer on my head, and informed me that I have "some crazy waves going on." Well, let's face it; I just don't care $80 bucks every two weeks worth. Besides, the rest of me is really intense, so why should my hair be relaxed? "We" decided to cut my hair to about a quarter of an inch above my chin. "We" also applied some sort of very wrong conditioner to my hair, so I spent the rest of the evening wandering around looking as though I had one hand on a van de graaff generator. The woman said she was going to put gel on it, but what she meant was, "I am going to spray something virtually indistinguishable from water on your head."

So, now, I have remarkably curly hair. I'm now running around looking like some perverse cross between Gwen Stephanni and Alice in Wonderland. Probably not all that bad, and I know that there are girls who would kill to have my hair... (hence, the kevlar) but it's one of those things that is gonna take some getting used to. Definitely not appropriate hair for a mousey little scholar like me.