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Hair dye and baby showers
Mar. 18th, 2013 07:01 pmSo this morning I dyed my hair. It was supposed to be a pretty golden blond that would skew darker since most of my hair is darker.
Yeah. My roots are electric blond now. I can't tell if it's just I got so used to the sucking void of color that was the top of my head or if this is something I will add to my stories of hair dye gone wrong, like "the time I turned my hair orange" or "the unfortunate neon yellow incident."
Maybe it'll be like the time my hair turned purplish red right after I started at the gas station. That actually turned out pretty well. In the afternoon my hair looked like it was on fire, but in an awesome way.
Cleaned out under my sink earlier and found out that a) all the candles I thought had been spirited away over the years? Living under my sink and b) I had a bottle of shampoo under there with a copyright of 1989. We didn't even live her for another decade after that so... how old is that shampoo? o_O
After the dye, I cleaned a bit at the foot of my bed. Spiders were found. Well. One live, one dead. That pretty much put an end to that. Found the clipboard we thought Mums had her marriage certificate in. Didn't. Blergh.
With the PLL finale being tomorrow, I thought I should finally catch up. Yeah, the problem with PLL is that if you're me, you get all "ohnoes! my babies are in danger!" and each episode makes them more and more miserable, which is why I haven't watched it at all since the Halloween episode. Well. That and the ( spoiler ).
Yesterday I spent the day with Cass, Liz, and Karman assembling the diaper cake for Lisa.
Yeah, um, the shower isn't until June and she's not due until September. Why the blue fuck was/is Cass pushing this so early? No one knows and I'm fairly certain I am not the only one wondering. Still, I ponied up for the base for the cake since there was a sale and it seemed smarter to buy it now than wait for the price to jump.
There was one weird thing that happened, though. While at the dollar store, Cass saw this baby shower kit and said something like, "We'll have to come back later for decorations for the shower," only whatever she actually said made it very clear that at that moment in time, she'd forgotten we aren't throwing this party. She is. I agreed to go in on a diaper cake because Cass asked me to. I am not throwing down on further decorations for someone I don't consider a friend and yet still somehow feel like the only person in the room who isn't ready to choke the girl at any given second. For anyone else involved in this? Sure, if they were having a kid, I might chip in. For Lisa? No. You volunteered for this, it's your own damn fault.
( Also... )
Speaking of which, somehow we ended up on the topic of Ari's wedding and my dress for it and I gather that while I felt like a dork in my dress, I also looked like one too and it was debated behind my back.
Thanks, universe. I really needed to hear that. Dork, however, would probably be kinder than what was actually said.
Good times.
During my time spent over there, I became painfully aware for maybe ten minutes that I was the only one in the room not married or living with a partner. Yay me. But then I remembered that I was also the only person in the room not currently involved in a relationship that someone was betting heavily against. Yay me!
Sometimes I'm Luke in this scenario and sometimes the universe is.
Yeah. My roots are electric blond now. I can't tell if it's just I got so used to the sucking void of color that was the top of my head or if this is something I will add to my stories of hair dye gone wrong, like "the time I turned my hair orange" or "the unfortunate neon yellow incident."
Maybe it'll be like the time my hair turned purplish red right after I started at the gas station. That actually turned out pretty well. In the afternoon my hair looked like it was on fire, but in an awesome way.
Cleaned out under my sink earlier and found out that a) all the candles I thought had been spirited away over the years? Living under my sink and b) I had a bottle of shampoo under there with a copyright of 1989. We didn't even live her for another decade after that so... how old is that shampoo? o_O
After the dye, I cleaned a bit at the foot of my bed. Spiders were found. Well. One live, one dead. That pretty much put an end to that. Found the clipboard we thought Mums had her marriage certificate in. Didn't. Blergh.
With the PLL finale being tomorrow, I thought I should finally catch up. Yeah, the problem with PLL is that if you're me, you get all "ohnoes! my babies are in danger!" and each episode makes them more and more miserable, which is why I haven't watched it at all since the Halloween episode. Well. That and the ( spoiler ).
Yesterday I spent the day with Cass, Liz, and Karman assembling the diaper cake for Lisa.
Yeah, um, the shower isn't until June and she's not due until September. Why the blue fuck was/is Cass pushing this so early? No one knows and I'm fairly certain I am not the only one wondering. Still, I ponied up for the base for the cake since there was a sale and it seemed smarter to buy it now than wait for the price to jump.
There was one weird thing that happened, though. While at the dollar store, Cass saw this baby shower kit and said something like, "We'll have to come back later for decorations for the shower," only whatever she actually said made it very clear that at that moment in time, she'd forgotten we aren't throwing this party. She is. I agreed to go in on a diaper cake because Cass asked me to. I am not throwing down on further decorations for someone I don't consider a friend and yet still somehow feel like the only person in the room who isn't ready to choke the girl at any given second. For anyone else involved in this? Sure, if they were having a kid, I might chip in. For Lisa? No. You volunteered for this, it's your own damn fault.
( Also... )
Speaking of which, somehow we ended up on the topic of Ari's wedding and my dress for it and I gather that while I felt like a dork in my dress, I also looked like one too and it was debated behind my back.
Thanks, universe. I really needed to hear that. Dork, however, would probably be kinder than what was actually said.
Good times.
During my time spent over there, I became painfully aware for maybe ten minutes that I was the only one in the room not married or living with a partner. Yay me. But then I remembered that I was also the only person in the room not currently involved in a relationship that someone was betting heavily against. Yay me!
Sometimes I'm Luke in this scenario and sometimes the universe is.