I really want to dye my hair, but I’m trying to do this thing where my response to my emotional state isn’t to immediately dump chemicals on my head, so I’m waiting. Instead, I just spent 20 minutes staring at pictures of myself and putting this ~hair timeline of the past 2 years~ together, because I am incredibly vain and gross.
This is almost every hair color I’ve ever had in the order that I had them except this starts in fall 2010, so it excludes some truly unfortunate colors I had from ages 15-17. I mean, and my natural color, but, like, who wants to see that?
So here’s something I haven’t told the internet yet that the internet will probably like (the internet seems to take offense to everything I say lately, and there’s surely some criticism you could make about the whole everteen/boy band/teen girl/whateverevendescribingitisboring thing, but those criticisms don’t interest me, and anyway, you all like One Direction, right?):
last week, when I first got sick, Nikki bought me a gatorade and M magazine, because she is a saint, and yesterday in a manic anxiety/fever haze, I ripped up that M magazine and made a teen idols collage on one of our walls. It was a special edition with a One Direction mini-magazine, so even though I don’t necessarily like One Direction, I now have 3 of their faces on my wall. (no Niall and Liam, because, like, ew, and Louis is the only full-sized poster I put up because we both agree that he’s the prettiest, sry Harry) I’ll probably blog more about the politics behind my Wall Of Teen Idols, because it’s actually fairly involved by which I mean it’s mostly Taylor Swift and 1D and some gr8 headlines, but yeah, tonight I got angry at the internet so we did our makeup while watching The Monkees in the bathroom and then took over 100 photobooth pictures of ourselves, including the above.
PJ is behind in Homestuck. Tsk.
All I can say is that the mental health avengers were in fiiiine form tonight. And by that I mean that if we continue to be this fucked up, like Jay said, we’re not going to make it through the term.
So, y’know. Fingers crossed.
eldritchseer:
Casual reminder that this exists.
Probably the best picture ever taken of me.
pjcalamity:
Marlena called, cried about Harry Potter and is now sampling lipsticks and asking me which is best for when she meets the Queen.
This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me; I have to look good.
My newest Feminspire article is up! You know the drill by now.
