My hair dye did arrive as planned, along with a beloved copy of Stolen Sharpie Revolution (which will [a] be helpful with the zine, and [b] I have wanted since Freshman year), which made me breathe more easily.
On Friday I baked chocolate chip cookies and thenwe watched my parents watched (and I slept through) Everything is Illuminated, which is based on the novel of the same name by Jonathan Safran Foer. I have both that book and its sequel, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, but have yet to read more than the first chapter of the former. Unfortunately, the first chapter is as far as I got in the movie watching, as I was extremely filled with sleepiness and nodded off quite quickly.
I suppose it is good that I slept, because I had to arise fairly early (6-ish) on Saturday morning to shower, dress, put my cookies in my lunchbox, gather my number 2 pencils, and vamoose from mi casa to go to Hanna's, and then...the SAT. Which was at school.
I shan't go into great deal when describing the testing experience, suffice to say that I ran out of time two words ("ground up," as in "from the ground up," not "the man was chopped into pieces and then ground up") before I finished my essay, and that I did, I reckon, OK on the math and English sections, stumped only by a few algebra/geometry problems and a couple of words for which I could not conjure meanings. Scores come in a few weeks hence, and we shall see the truth then.
Once done with the test I was not much in the mood to do much else, so, after picking up Kiss Me Like a Stranger, Gene Wilder's memoir, I headed home to sit on the window seat, eat veggie dogs, and read it. Not the best book ever written, and I had heard a lot of the stories before (from listening to G.W. interviews on NPR) but it was still enjoyable! I recommend it for Gene Wilder fans (how can you not be one?), and maybe even fans of Mel Brooks, because there are some fun Mel B (sounds like the Spice Girl, don't it?) stories in there as well.
The lovely power went out while I was reading, so instead of taking a shower (I needed to shampoo without conditioner for the hair dyeage and no power = no hairdryer) I read Canadian Living, which, incidentally, is one of the best magazines I've ever encountered. There is a recipe for Halloween cupcakes in there that I am just dying to try, but first I must procure marzipan!
The power eventually returned, I hopped in the shower and scrubbed as much of the accursed color out, then we went to the local "brews and blues" roadhouse for dinner. I had a kid's hamburger, because after my v-dogs, wheaties, and 8 cookie breakfast I could not even dream of handling anything bigger! Then it was back home (at this point it was almost 7pm) and the dye-a-thon began!!
Seriously, my mom has become super-talented at dyeing my hair after all these times! It's neat, and makes my life easier, and my arms less tired. I was a tad worried that we would run out of dye, but luckily we did not, though I reckon I'm going to have to purch 2 cans of dye (nooooo!!!) next time.
Whilst allowing it to ruminate on my head I watched Everything is Illuminated (finally!), and it was excellent, very B.A. Elijah Wood was excellent, as always, and the ever-dashing Eugene Hutz brought it in a big way! Now I have a hankering for a Ukrainian accent. If you are at all a fan of Elijah, Mr. Hutz, Ukraine, or good movies (or heck, even just Gogol Bordello) you should definitely see it!
I also read up on the Tokio Hotel concert in Tel Aviv, which, apparently, was super-awesome! Bill and Tom both wore red, TK wore his birthday shirt which was nifty. BK already rocks the re-wear all the time and always has, but this is a new thing for TK, which I could definitely get used to! It also looks like Bill got a bunch of the white cut out of his hair, which thrills me because I'm no so much a fan of it when there's too much of it. Boys' appearances aside, they played really well, songs in both English and German (I'm very proud of Bill, that he did not confuse the words), and the fans were very enthusiastic! The one shadow over it is that 8 teenage girls were injured when a glass barrier shattered, and I guess they weren't really prepared to deal with that. One girl with a broken hand ran back into the concert without getting treatment! Other than that, there were just the normal injuries that result from TH crazy fandom. Rad!
It was 11pm-ish by the time I got around to rinsing out my hair, so that meant it was VERY cold when I had to stand outside in the driveway and spray my head with the hose, and then pour vinegar and water over my head, because apparently that makes the colour stay longer. The truth in that is yet to be determined, but it did mean that I smelled like an Easter egg. When it was all rinsed out it looked pretty good! So my hair is now, officially Pillarbox Red. I hope to golly that it lasts more than a week.
You can see it in those pictures above...and don't even try to pretend that you aren't impressed by my gangsta face. Don't even try.
Red again,
Charlotte
On Friday I baked chocolate chip cookies and then
I suppose it is good that I slept, because I had to arise fairly early (6-ish) on Saturday morning to shower, dress, put my cookies in my lunchbox, gather my number 2 pencils, and vamoose from mi casa to go to Hanna's, and then...the SAT. Which was at school.
I shan't go into great deal when describing the testing experience, suffice to say that I ran out of time two words ("ground up," as in "from the ground up," not "the man was chopped into pieces and then ground up") before I finished my essay, and that I did, I reckon, OK on the math and English sections, stumped only by a few algebra/geometry problems and a couple of words for which I could not conjure meanings. Scores come in a few weeks hence, and we shall see the truth then.
Once done with the test I was not much in the mood to do much else, so, after picking up Kiss Me Like a Stranger, Gene Wilder's memoir, I headed home to sit on the window seat, eat veggie dogs, and read it. Not the best book ever written, and I had heard a lot of the stories before (from listening to G.W. interviews on NPR) but it was still enjoyable! I recommend it for Gene Wilder fans (how can you not be one?), and maybe even fans of Mel Brooks, because there are some fun Mel B (sounds like the Spice Girl, don't it?) stories in there as well.
The lovely power went out while I was reading, so instead of taking a shower (I needed to shampoo without conditioner for the hair dyeage and no power = no hairdryer) I read Canadian Living, which, incidentally, is one of the best magazines I've ever encountered. There is a recipe for Halloween cupcakes in there that I am just dying to try, but first I must procure marzipan!
The power eventually returned, I hopped in the shower and scrubbed as much of the accursed color out, then we went to the local "brews and blues" roadhouse for dinner. I had a kid's hamburger, because after my v-dogs, wheaties, and 8 cookie breakfast I could not even dream of handling anything bigger! Then it was back home (at this point it was almost 7pm) and the dye-a-thon began!!
Seriously, my mom has become super-talented at dyeing my hair after all these times! It's neat, and makes my life easier, and my arms less tired. I was a tad worried that we would run out of dye, but luckily we did not, though I reckon I'm going to have to purch 2 cans of dye (nooooo!!!) next time.
Whilst allowing it to ruminate on my head I watched Everything is Illuminated (finally!), and it was excellent, very B.A. Elijah Wood was excellent, as always, and the ever-dashing Eugene Hutz brought it in a big way! Now I have a hankering for a Ukrainian accent. If you are at all a fan of Elijah, Mr. Hutz, Ukraine, or good movies (or heck, even just Gogol Bordello) you should definitely see it!
I also read up on the Tokio Hotel concert in Tel Aviv, which, apparently, was super-awesome! Bill and Tom both wore red, TK wore his birthday shirt which was nifty. BK already rocks the re-wear all the time and always has, but this is a new thing for TK, which I could definitely get used to! It also looks like Bill got a bunch of the white cut out of his hair, which thrills me because I'm no so much a fan of it when there's too much of it. Boys' appearances aside, they played really well, songs in both English and German (I'm very proud of Bill, that he did not confuse the words), and the fans were very enthusiastic! The one shadow over it is that 8 teenage girls were injured when a glass barrier shattered, and I guess they weren't really prepared to deal with that. One girl with a broken hand ran back into the concert without getting treatment! Other than that, there were just the normal injuries that result from TH crazy fandom. Rad!
It was 11pm-ish by the time I got around to rinsing out my hair, so that meant it was VERY cold when I had to stand outside in the driveway and spray my head with the hose, and then pour vinegar and water over my head, because apparently that makes the colour stay longer. The truth in that is yet to be determined, but it did mean that I smelled like an Easter egg. When it was all rinsed out it looked pretty good! So my hair is now, officially Pillarbox Red. I hope to golly that it lasts more than a week.
You can see it in those pictures above...and don't even try to pretend that you aren't impressed by my gangsta face. Don't even try.
Red again,
Charlotte