6 posts tagged “hair”
It's really strange to me to think that Heath Ledger is dead.
Especially because I was just talking about him with my friends this morning.
It's all very surreal, at the moment.
And then...The Tokio Hotel concerts have been wreaking havoc on my mind. Various dramatrons in the fandom are making this more stressful than it should be. Here are the dates, more info (including ticket info) found here.
February 9 - Montreal, Canada - SOLD OUT
February 10 - Toronto, Canada - SOLD OUT
February 15 - Hollywood, California - Tickets on sale now
February 16 - Anaheim, California - Tickets not on sale yet
February 18 - New York, New York - Tickets on sale Monday
That is their whirlwind tour of North America! Hanna and I are going to the Anaheim show, by hook or by crook, but logistics and getting tickets are driving me bonkers. As is the idea of actually getting to see the band in concert. In a heckuva small venue, too. Eeep!
Reading Keith's FF blog post reminds me to get my shizzle together and re-organize my life. That is long over-due (For me it is always "As soon as this or that is over" but there's always another thing) and it is driving me crazy. It seems like I can never concentrate on doing important things, whether it is school work or even things I like, like emailing people back. It's awful.
But guess what? I dyed my hair last weekend! This is what it looks like, now: eins, zwei (because Vox is being snotty). Purple replaces the blonde bits tomorrow. It is quite strange getting used to having black hair again, as it's been almost a year, but I think I like it.
::yawn::
I'm going to go snuggle in my bettkin, it's been awful cold lately.
Much love,
Lotte
It's the 8th day of Tokio Hotel's vacation.
I have a $50 gift certificate to Fred Flare that is burning a hole in my pocket.
My brother is home for Christmas.
I got a haircut yesterday.
I'm all done with finals.
And I have something new to vote for.
Life is pretty darn good right about now.
This is what my hair looks like now:
It's kind of big, but that's OK, and partly because it's filled with spray wax and mousse, thanks to Hanna & Julia's enthusiastic hairdo help. I took in this picture of Bill K as my example, and H & I let it slide when the lovely haircut lady referred to him as "she." I think she did a smashing job, especially because my hair is überthin and highly uncoöperative. I suspect it will look even better after it (a) has calmed down a bit, and (b) I have annihilated the awful colour with lovely black and purple. FTW!
The Tokio Hotel vacation thing...they have a month off (starting the day after my birthday) where they don't have to do anything. No concerts, no interviews, no awards, no nothin'. Just relaxin' and bein' with the family and friends. This is probably my favourite thing ever, as they have been working way too hard, and Bill especially was starting to look mighty in need of a break. Charlotte's momma bear instincts were coming out in a big way, so the fact that they are all on vacation and I haven't seen hide nor hair of them in over a week is just about my favourite thing ever right now. Just ask anyone I know; it's nearly all I can talk about. :D
The FF gift certificate (18th birthday gift from the 'rents!) I am just tickled to death about, though a tiny bit distressed, because this means that I actually have to chose something! I was going to pitch in an additional 20 bucks and get the NYC Subway hoodie, because I've been in UNF UNF UNF mad love with that since it came out. Unfortch, they're all out of anything that would fit me, so that choice is outta thurr. And shucks, they're out of the composition notebook duffel as well, which I have been all googly-eyed over for months. -sigh- I guess I have some shopping to do!
And you remember my brother, right? He's home nau, all long-haired (ish, not too bad) and lanky. And inhaling everything in our house that is edible.
Hmm...yes, finals are over! The semester is finally over! We'll see exactly how badly I did when grades come in, but for now I'm not worrying. Ha.
The only thing that has been seriously raining on my parade is that Amazon has been zoopear failing at shipping my my freakin' copies of Scream America!, which is Tokio Hotel's first! Official! US single! (The Hot Topic EP didn't count, I guess). Watch the video (in Englisch) that the band made about it. But yeah, I ordered mine ages ago, they were shipped to arrive on the release date (11 December), but, because Amazon sucks, they shipped it in USPS to an address that doesn't get mail. After much fighting they shipped me another order, by USPS, to the same address. So I am trying again (after upping my order from 13 to 20 copies). Hopefully this will work.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go test my voting-whilst-sleeping-and-dreaming-about-vacationing-German-boys skills.
xoxo times a billion,
Charlotte
Sometimes laziness results in cool hair styles. This morning I didn't really want to blow dry/straighten my hair like usual (so didn't have time, either), and so I french-braided that shizZz! Its almost not long enough, but works (I hair sprayed it a bit afterword, just in case) if it's wet, which it was.
And ja, those dark circles under my eyes are due to lack of sleep, not make up (left that off, as well). Yesss for weekends!
Kay I gots to write creatively now!
Flexing her fingers,
Charlotte
Today has been a rather odd day, filled with lots of ups and downs. It started out in a less-than awesome mode, as I woke up a bit late and so was a bit rushed getting together, and forgot to take my eyePod from under my pillow. This meant that I (a) couldn't listen to music on the bus in the afternoon, and (b) had "Wo Sind Eure Hände" stuck in my head nearly all day. I love that song, but after a certain point...
CLS went pretty well...we mostly worked on our personal statements, but Yolanda hadn't read mine yet and so I didn't have to. I also went over the reading list for my Independent Study English class, but I can't recall the books, so I shan't share them with you, just yet!!
Much to my chagrin, I was a tad late to Civics, and count myself very lucky that there was no problem. It's pretty much because the teacher thinks I'm awesome. ((Not that I blame him!)) In class we pretty much just talked about the draft, and what that would mean for us kids. Also, we spoke about what we owe our country and what our country owes us. It was weird, some kids didn't seem to think that we owed our country anything. I don't know about you, but I reckon that the U.S. of A. does a heck of a lot for me, and if I don't give something back, then that's just lame. I may not like a lot of the policy or members of government, and I may adore living abroad ((ah, the sophistication that oozes from that word...)), but I do love my country and think that it's a two-way process.
Anyway, I finished my chapter notes in class, so I just had to do a worksheet bit for homework. Easy-peasy! Oh wait, I forgot. I didn't bring home a Civics book. Dammit.
After Civz was a gathering on the quad/flagpole area for a 9-11 memorial. I had to drop off my binder first, so I was a little late arriving, plus everyone was being loud (gj, peeps), so I missed the little speech the guy (um, some faculty member...so shoot me, I don't know wteff anyone is!) gave, but I'm sure it was very heartfelt and touching. Then there was, apparently, five minutes of silence, but I missed it because everyone was talking. After that a girl sang the national anthem and they lowered the flag, raised the flag, lowered the flag, and ended up at half mast. It was...kind of half-arsed. I felt bad about it...I'm sorry, ether.
I walked back to school and made my Pop Tarts (still Strawberry...I have one more)), then ate them on my way to Spanish, and whilst studying the preterit tense for the test. Und then...the test. Lord Allmighty. I don't think that I have ever been that baffled on a Spanish test. And when I say "ever," I'm including not only Freshman and Sophomore years, but also 5-8th grade as well. For some reason I could not for the life of me remember any of the conjugations, nor the vocabulary (which I hadn't actually studied, because I didn't know it was going to be on the bloody test). Luckily enough, I was not the only person to completely bomb (Hanna, as well as many other kids, could not make heads or tails of it either), and we are going to be able to fix it on Thursday for an average of the scores. So I'll get 50%, at least.
Moving along we encounter AP English, where Juliet gets called a "strumpet" by her father ((although he uses the more archaic "baggage," giving new meaning to the phrase "lost baggage" and "baggage claim."..hereafter I shan't walk through an airport without giggling)) and where Yolanda confused the hey out of us with her definition of dramatic irony. "We know stuff and they don't! Isn't it ironic???" "Um...not so much. But we'll pretend it is." Much to my distress, after much research, I have discovered that she was correct. Dangit.
I had a much better time at my favourite class, Trigonometry! Though it continues to not be cookie day (that's Thursday), Trig is still amazingly awesome, and I still understand it. And, guess what? I have an A in the class. That's right, an A. Of course, we haven't had a test yet (Friday!), but still... I have not properly earned an A in a math class in long enough to make this feel really neat.
I had Pork flavoured Ramen for lunch! It was tasty goodness, and a microwave was not needed, which is always a good thing because the line for that thing is about 87 people long. Danielle, Julia and I went out to this craze stump to eat...it is seriously over 10 foot tall, and from up top you have a really good view of...the back of the school, the football field, and the baseball diamond. Woohoo! It's sehr interesting, and I'll be sure to put up pictures later.
In Physics Roger looked up the ingredients of my hair dye (and then passed the bottle around for everyone to examine; it was odd) in this crazy huge book of chemicals he has, and one of them wasn't even in it! The book is the 1996 edition, so that means that the chemical was invented/discovered only in the last 11 years! Zounds. After that caboose we divided into lab teams (I am in a team with some pretty smart, cool peeps), and had to do this worksheet about acceleration and speed and fun stuff like that, because pretty soon we are going to be having to predict the landing spot of balls of different masses as they exit a sluice. Ja. It's going to be insane.
My next class, my favourite class that makes me want to jump out a window into a vat of scalding mongoose innards, was PE, but I had to stop off at school first to drop off my stuff/take out my doorknockers etc. It was there that I found out that one of my best friends thinks that I can be a real b-word, and didn't exactly tell me until now, when she didn't really elabourate more than that. Dangit! I don't want to be a b-word...I don't want to be mean!! I wish she could tell me what I was doing so that I can stop, because I can't stop if I don't know what the eff I'm doing. It's obviously not something that I think is mean, which makes me feel even more like a b-word 'cause apparently then I'm all heart-less and shizZz.
Having to go from that to volleyball drills just sucked. In a big way. I hate volleyball (like I hate almost all sports) because I'm awful at it, I always hit the ball in the wrong fashion and end up hurting myself, it isn't the least bit fun, is just depressing (like jeans shopping), and not even really exercise. I really wish that I could just drop that class and go to the gym instead. ::sigh::
The bus ride home was uneventful...quiet (sans Ronnica). When I got home I was pleased to discover that my October Teen Vogue was in! Fred Flare's Andy Warhol watches got a nice feature. ((Anyone who checks them out will get a lovely surprise, as they are on sale for $49.99 as opposed to the original $75!))
I think that pretty much covers today! My nose has been running like a spigot so it's all painful and raw from blowing, and the Swedish Meatballs Lean Cuisine I had for dinner is giving me a major stomach ache. Yuck. It wasn't even that tasty, either!
Tomorrow is Picture Day...my last chance to look completely bloody awful for a school picture! And I should look pretty horrid, as my neck glands are still a bit swollen from the cold, my nose and lips are chapped, and my eyeliner will probably be all underneath my eyes by the time they get around to taking them. And we're not even going to talk about my hair. It's going to be amaze.
Wow, that was a long post for a lame day!!
Hoping tomorrow will be better,
Charlotte
P.S. Don't forget!
First up on the agenda: bleach cocktail. Nein, I wasn't trying to kick my own bucket (FTW!), just trying to remove a bit o' the darnéd pink before assaulting it with red. Unfortch, I wasn't entirely sure how to manage said cocktail, but a few Google searches later I was asphyxiating in the bathroom whilst mixing bleach powder and shampoo into a vile paste that soon turned the colour of a polar bear with a bladder-control problem. Lovely. I was beginning to have my doubts about smearing my hair with this crap, but decided to go ahead with it because, really, what's the worst that could happen? Besides baldness. And death. God, dying bald would blow.
I didn't go bald (or die, obviously), but I'm not sure that I really removed much of the colour, either. Some appeared to come out in the suds, but that happens normally, and the final result was still rather pink. I do think that it did some damage to my hair, because, as I was drying it, my strands felt a good deal more crunchy than usual. ::sigh:: Well, now I know.
My mum had graciously agreed to help with the dye-age again, which was positively lovely of her, especially because as my hair grows longer it becomes more difficult to deal with by myself. We got the bathroom all set up (using an entire Thursday SF Chron as coverage) and then launched into the dye-a-thon! I did have a rather obscene headache, due to my unceremonious waking and my lack of breakfast, and so every tiny tug of a strand of hair drove me farther and farther into pain and insanity. Luckily....in my house, we have certain things, such as string cheese and tylenol, that can be of great aide when one is suffering from an ache of the head.
It took about...2 hours or so to get my hair completely saturated, and then I popped on a shower cap and cleaned that shizZz up! Thank goodness I didn't leave the house, as I looked quite the slobster, what with my done up hair, my shorts, and my ragged denim shirt that bears the scars of many a dye-job. The fact that most of those dye-jobs were to make my hair black means that a lot of the spots on it are brownish black, which is rather gnarlz. But there is also blue, pink...and now red, as well. It's actually quite festive!
Even though the bottle says to leave the dye on for 15 minutes (it also says that the colour glows under black light! Um..RAD! To bad I haven't got one...) I usually leave that puppy soaking for at least a couple hours, because my theory is that the longer it's on the longer it'll stay coloured. Could be completely wonkster, but it works for me. Also, leaving it on is kind of also just delaying washing it out, especially when it is cold and gray outside, like it was today.
...Because, as you may know already, washing out my hair involves standing in my driveway in a bathing suit, spraying my head with icy water from the garden hose. Brrrrr! It is so not even a fun time. However, I had to do it eventually...
Dun dun dunnn! Mom to the rescue! She is really getting into this whole dyeing thing, it's awesome! Anyway, she decided to help me rinse out, so I ended up kneeling on my deck with my head over the edge whilst she alternated pouring warm water and freezing-off-the-hizzle hose water over my hair. It was still maj. uncomfortable but not as bad as usual. When we got most of the loose colour out I raced inside to condition that shizzle in the nice warm shower!
Then I dried & straightened it and now it's all nice-looking! I'll have more/better pics when I have them, as long as it doesn't all wash out in the next shower (which would be lame, super lame).
On Monday we'll see what all the peeps think.
Forever nuclear,
Charlotte
((Note to self: don't watch Tokio Hotel videos in the livingroom, as my face tends to do weird things))
What small act of kindness have you done in the last thirty days?
Submitted by One Kind Act.
The other day at school, my dear friend asked me if I had a hair tie that she could borrow for PE. Not having an extra in my bag (I usually do), I pulled out one of my pigtails and handed it to her, then put all my hair up in one. I was somewhat worried that she wouldn't take it, because, although we have a pretty low ick factor (and what's really the diff. between a hair tie from a wrist or a pony tail?), it's kind of weird to hand someone a rubber band straight off your head. She did take it, though, and, much to my surprise, kept talking about how I took out my hair tie and gave it to her, like it was something amazing and out of the ordinary. Have we really come to the point in civilization when simply sacrificing a simple hair-do for a friend is heralded as a crazy-selfless act? Day-um. I had more faith in the world than that.
Thinking her hair doesn't ever look that great so it's not really a big deal,
Charlotte
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