Just checking in
Miscellany:
I have tickets to Midnight Harry Potter! The Lovely Emily and I have done this for years now--maybe since Prisoner of Azkaban; certainly since Goblet of Fire, I can't remember. (I think GOF was the one where she nearly killed some photo-with-flash-taking kids in the row in front of us. With her knitting needles. And if she was knitting, it was probably November--rather than, say, summer--which would make it Goblet of Fire. Meeeeemorieeeeees...)
Got three tiny packages in the mail, one of them addressed to "Anna Dollerious." You are all very, very strange people, and I love you.
(What was in one of them:)
I JUST WANT TO BE A DOPER PERSON
WHICH STARTS WITH ME NOT ALWAYS TELLING PEOPLE HOW DOPE I THINK I AM
(Actually, I think Anna's package may have saved my ass, because it'll give me a better way to keep her "onstage," as it were, even though I will have to keep the contents secret for a while. There's only so many balls I can juggle at once, people.)
(Also, and I am telling you just this so you'll keep an eye out for it, next week we will have a Very Important, Long-Awaited Shelfian Event. It won't be tomorrow's entry, but rather, the installment after that one.)
More jaw-clenching. Lovely. Also, with all the drizzliness, I think it may be time to test out that full-spectrum lamp. Except that by the time I decided this, it got sunny again. Go me.
As for my hair--I'm not saying it's completely healed or anything. I mean, hair is not a living thing; you can't really "repair" it. I was thinking more in terms of the beauty equivalent of, say, fabric softener--something to help the tangles and the breakage before it got any worse. So, first thing I did was immediately quit using Pantene products--I know they work for some people, but the sheer number of PANTENE IS THE DEVIL responses I got made me go, "Hey, you know what? This might be the problem." There was some Garnier Fructis shampoo and conditioner in the cabinet, left over from a long while back (it was probably my sister's), so I switched over to that, and there was an immediate improvement. I don't know if I want to stick with that, though--I'm looking into some Burt's Bees stuff, just because they don't use the sulfawhos and the pthalawhats. (Which can also be said of Lush, but I don't have that kind of money right now.) I did pick up their shea butter conditioning treatment at Wal-mart--it also has coconut oil and about six different citrus oils, and I'm telling you, my hair soaked that up so desperately that there almost wasn't anything to rinse out. I'd like to try their moisturizing shampoo (I think it's the raspberry one?), but that's the one no one ever seems to carry. (I know, I know, just order it from the site.) I'm also going to try some straight-up olive oil eventually, except that right now I don't feel like sitting around with Saran Wrap and a towel on my head.
And finally: Ice Cream Deathmatch is still under way!
I have tickets to Midnight Harry Potter! The Lovely Emily and I have done this for years now--maybe since Prisoner of Azkaban; certainly since Goblet of Fire, I can't remember. (I think GOF was the one where she nearly killed some photo-with-flash-taking kids in the row in front of us. With her knitting needles. And if she was knitting, it was probably November--rather than, say, summer--which would make it Goblet of Fire. Meeeeemorieeeeees...)
Got three tiny packages in the mail, one of them addressed to "Anna Dollerious." You are all very, very strange people, and I love you.
(What was in one of them:)
I JUST WANT TO BE A DOPER PERSON
WHICH STARTS WITH ME NOT ALWAYS TELLING PEOPLE HOW DOPE I THINK I AM
(Actually, I think Anna's package may have saved my ass, because it'll give me a better way to keep her "onstage," as it were, even though I will have to keep the contents secret for a while. There's only so many balls I can juggle at once, people.)
(Also, and I am telling you just this so you'll keep an eye out for it, next week we will have a Very Important, Long-Awaited Shelfian Event. It won't be tomorrow's entry, but rather, the installment after that one.)
More jaw-clenching. Lovely. Also, with all the drizzliness, I think it may be time to test out that full-spectrum lamp. Except that by the time I decided this, it got sunny again. Go me.
As for my hair--I'm not saying it's completely healed or anything. I mean, hair is not a living thing; you can't really "repair" it. I was thinking more in terms of the beauty equivalent of, say, fabric softener--something to help the tangles and the breakage before it got any worse. So, first thing I did was immediately quit using Pantene products--I know they work for some people, but the sheer number of PANTENE IS THE DEVIL responses I got made me go, "Hey, you know what? This might be the problem." There was some Garnier Fructis shampoo and conditioner in the cabinet, left over from a long while back (it was probably my sister's), so I switched over to that, and there was an immediate improvement. I don't know if I want to stick with that, though--I'm looking into some Burt's Bees stuff, just because they don't use the sulfawhos and the pthalawhats. (Which can also be said of Lush, but I don't have that kind of money right now.) I did pick up their shea butter conditioning treatment at Wal-mart--it also has coconut oil and about six different citrus oils, and I'm telling you, my hair soaked that up so desperately that there almost wasn't anything to rinse out. I'd like to try their moisturizing shampoo (I think it's the raspberry one?), but that's the one no one ever seems to carry. (I know, I know, just order it from the site.) I'm also going to try some straight-up olive oil eventually, except that right now I don't feel like sitting around with Saran Wrap and a towel on my head.
And finally: Ice Cream Deathmatch is still under way!