You're A Guy In A Panda Costume.
Dec. 8th, 2011 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
This will be a depressing post. Next time I will give you crack. Promise.
I’m sick again, or still, whatever. Last week I felt better than I had since…September. And then Friday night, bam, I crashed hard. I’ve been shaking and having vertigo again and totally exhausted. At therapy the other day, Kevin came in and was all, “Do you feel okay? Your color looks weird.” So I guess it’s noticeable to people other than like my sister. While he was working on my shoulder, he stopped and was all, “Are you alright?” and I said, “It’s not my shoulder,” and he said, “I know. Are you alright?’ I guess I was shaking hard enough for him to feel it.
Mostly it’s frustrating because I was progressing forward and now I feel like I have stepped back in time a month and still, a dozen doctors and tests later, no one has an answer.
Also, I went on Saturday and got my hair dyed. Last time they did red highlights that looked good, but weren’t hugely noticeable. So this time I wanted the same, but just more. I said, “I want it to look natural and be blended with my regular dark blonde color.”
It is not natural or blended. The first few days it looked hot pink. It has settled a little since then, into what my friend called Rocket Red. I keep trying a different style every day, attempting to find something that blends it better. If I had the energy or the time, I would go get it fixed, but I don’t. I don’t hate it as much as when I first got it done, but it doesn’t look like what I wanted. I wanted to be a redhead. I’ve never done that before, unless you count the few times I used red food coloring.
My sister says it looks a lot like Quinn’s hair at the beginning of this season of Glee. I said, “But Quinn is 17 and I am 33.” Then The BFF was all, “How old have we gotten that you don’t want to be punk rock?”
This is a sad truth. I feel like I already am so tiny and have such a young-looking face, that if I don’t have a grown-up hairstyle, I get hit on by 15 year olds. Or creepy pedophile dudes.
Not cool.
Now I need some advice on DarkAlec Angel - Can X5’s get drunk? Or is it like Castiel, thinking he is starting to feel something? Or Legolas, when his fingers get tingly?
I’m just curious. I’m not writing anything. No, really, I get to do nothing until I have finished The Nephew’s Christmas project, which while awesome, is also slowly dragging.
Next time on Dodger’s journal - J2 Giraffe Sex.
I’m sick again, or still, whatever. Last week I felt better than I had since…September. And then Friday night, bam, I crashed hard. I’ve been shaking and having vertigo again and totally exhausted. At therapy the other day, Kevin came in and was all, “Do you feel okay? Your color looks weird.” So I guess it’s noticeable to people other than like my sister. While he was working on my shoulder, he stopped and was all, “Are you alright?” and I said, “It’s not my shoulder,” and he said, “I know. Are you alright?’ I guess I was shaking hard enough for him to feel it.
Mostly it’s frustrating because I was progressing forward and now I feel like I have stepped back in time a month and still, a dozen doctors and tests later, no one has an answer.
Also, I went on Saturday and got my hair dyed. Last time they did red highlights that looked good, but weren’t hugely noticeable. So this time I wanted the same, but just more. I said, “I want it to look natural and be blended with my regular dark blonde color.”
It is not natural or blended. The first few days it looked hot pink. It has settled a little since then, into what my friend called Rocket Red. I keep trying a different style every day, attempting to find something that blends it better. If I had the energy or the time, I would go get it fixed, but I don’t. I don’t hate it as much as when I first got it done, but it doesn’t look like what I wanted. I wanted to be a redhead. I’ve never done that before, unless you count the few times I used red food coloring.
My sister says it looks a lot like Quinn’s hair at the beginning of this season of Glee. I said, “But Quinn is 17 and I am 33.” Then The BFF was all, “How old have we gotten that you don’t want to be punk rock?”
This is a sad truth. I feel like I already am so tiny and have such a young-looking face, that if I don’t have a grown-up hairstyle, I get hit on by 15 year olds. Or creepy pedophile dudes.
Not cool.
Now I need some advice on Dark
I’m just curious. I’m not writing anything. No, really, I get to do nothing until I have finished The Nephew’s Christmas project, which while awesome, is also slowly dragging.
Next time on Dodger’s journal - J2 Giraffe Sex.