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my hair is seriously silvering. ha. seriously silvering. i crack myself up, sometimes.
but i do have lots of silver hair now (ok like, 5), and it is the bees knees. (J says things like "cool beans" and i mock him for it. i just typed bees knees, for fuck's sake. and i actually said it out loud, too. this, i believe, makes me the ultimate hypocrite.)
i'm loving my hair, even if it is a hot mess right now. in the end, oh, in about two or three years, it'll be ... even more of a hot mess. but! it will be MINE ALL MINE. funny. i haven't had a relaxer since May and at this point in time, i never want another one again. i got my first relaxer when i was what, 14? 13, maybe. no, 13 was 8th grade and that was the Great Leisure Curl Debacle. so, relaxer was at 14, methinks. that's right! Tynetta, (Taenetta? i always assumed she had an Arabic name, but now it's pretty damned obvious that she doesn't) Sister Colleen's daughter, did it for me with Bone Straight. and Tracey was there, i think, yes, definitely Tracey, and i remember when Tynetta had finally finished torturing me, her brother Muhummad came over. aw man, i used to have such a crush on him. i think i shook my newly straightened and totally unsexy hair at him and he was all, "hey Maulana *pat pat*, how's it goin'". aw, damn. he died, too. is ANYBODY still alive??? sheesh.
right. moving on. i thought i'd found some pretty good stuff called Miss Jessie's...um, Curly Pudding, i think it's called. i was all impressed with their website and all the beautiful curls and stuff going on over there. and then i read reviews and the stars snapped out of my eyes. when one goes NATURAL, shouldn't the products one uses BE natural?
duh.
so. aliyad encourages the use of food items such as eggs and mayonnaise and tea and whatnot, but i am a product junkie. i like packaging. boxes. and bottles. and neat little wooden containers which have been hand carved to store it all in. or pretty wicker baskets. or, you know, table tops, book shelves, the entertainment center and the living room floor work pretty well as storage containers, too. so, i shall not be cruising for my natural hair products at the local Trader Joes. nay. i shall buy henna in quantity from websites which have been recommended me by my fellow transitioning sisters from NaturallyCurly.com and Napturality.com and LongHairCare-- and goddamn, we women really are obsessed with the hair. there are a billion and one sites out there dedicated to just this sort of project.
yes, obsessed, because originally this was supposed to be two lines about my greying head, and here i am happily tip tapping away with still much more to say.
so, henna, and i thought i'd have to go back to botanicals.com and do up my own little hair lotion using essentials oils and stuff, but then! yesterday, NaturallyCurly.com profiled this stuff called hair honey, and it turns out that this really lovely Canadian by way of Africa has already done it for me! yay. AND, it's friggin cheap. ANDDDDD.. she also does what looks like an awesome body polish! naturally! and cheaply! so now i don't gotta drop $45 on Sonya Dakar's. happy? why, yes. yes i'm is.
the only un-natural product i'll use is the Aphogee protein treatment. because it's the bees knees.
right, so i'll have the products, and that's the first part of the battle, the next is figuring out how the hell to use them. will i really have to wash my hair like, every day? ugh. i don't know how white people do it.
my tan is slowly fading. either that or my right side is finally catching up to my left. soon, i can't call myself Rainbow Brown anymore. bummer.
i talk like a teenager. hell, i even type like a teenager. i realize that i use more teenage slang now, than i ever did as a kid. "bummer" i mean, really, what the hell is that. "ohhhhh SNAP!" and "omigod, that is way cool" and "whatevah" and just-- i don't know. sometimes it makes me feel weird. because it's not even current slang, it's all mostly outdated ridiculous stuff. like, the other day, me and B were lusting after some dude or other, and i said-- i shit you not-- i said "he is definitely a Baldwin." i'm sorry, what? creepy. ha, and i said "riddick" to J:
"...and i was like, that's totally riddick!"
"huh?"
"ah. heh. i said, i thought that was ridiculous."
"oh."
i miss my video games. i'm really working up to getting a 360. sha right, like i can afford it. (see!!! sha right, who the fuck even says shit like that anymore??) but i miss them. on MySpace, this guy came up with these gamer T-shirts that are absolutely lame and completely cool and i realized that the term gamer girl doesn't even apply to me anymore. )= J's even said that i shouldn't call myself a geek because it's obvious that i'm not one.
he could not have offended me more.
but i do have lots of silver hair now (ok like, 5), and it is the bees knees. (J says things like "cool beans" and i mock him for it. i just typed bees knees, for fuck's sake. and i actually said it out loud, too. this, i believe, makes me the ultimate hypocrite.)
i'm loving my hair, even if it is a hot mess right now. in the end, oh, in about two or three years, it'll be ... even more of a hot mess. but! it will be MINE ALL MINE. funny. i haven't had a relaxer since May and at this point in time, i never want another one again. i got my first relaxer when i was what, 14? 13, maybe. no, 13 was 8th grade and that was the Great Leisure Curl Debacle. so, relaxer was at 14, methinks. that's right! Tynetta, (Taenetta? i always assumed she had an Arabic name, but now it's pretty damned obvious that she doesn't) Sister Colleen's daughter, did it for me with Bone Straight. and Tracey was there, i think, yes, definitely Tracey, and i remember when Tynetta had finally finished torturing me, her brother Muhummad came over. aw man, i used to have such a crush on him. i think i shook my newly straightened and totally unsexy hair at him and he was all, "hey Maulana *pat pat*, how's it goin'". aw, damn. he died, too. is ANYBODY still alive??? sheesh.
right. moving on. i thought i'd found some pretty good stuff called Miss Jessie's...um, Curly Pudding, i think it's called. i was all impressed with their website and all the beautiful curls and stuff going on over there. and then i read reviews and the stars snapped out of my eyes. when one goes NATURAL, shouldn't the products one uses BE natural?
duh.
so. aliyad encourages the use of food items such as eggs and mayonnaise and tea and whatnot, but i am a product junkie. i like packaging. boxes. and bottles. and neat little wooden containers which have been hand carved to store it all in. or pretty wicker baskets. or, you know, table tops, book shelves, the entertainment center and the living room floor work pretty well as storage containers, too. so, i shall not be cruising for my natural hair products at the local Trader Joes. nay. i shall buy henna in quantity from websites which have been recommended me by my fellow transitioning sisters from NaturallyCurly.com and Napturality.com and LongHairCare-- and goddamn, we women really are obsessed with the hair. there are a billion and one sites out there dedicated to just this sort of project.
yes, obsessed, because originally this was supposed to be two lines about my greying head, and here i am happily tip tapping away with still much more to say.
so, henna, and i thought i'd have to go back to botanicals.com and do up my own little hair lotion using essentials oils and stuff, but then! yesterday, NaturallyCurly.com profiled this stuff called hair honey, and it turns out that this really lovely Canadian by way of Africa has already done it for me! yay. AND, it's friggin cheap. ANDDDDD.. she also does what looks like an awesome body polish! naturally! and cheaply! so now i don't gotta drop $45 on Sonya Dakar's. happy? why, yes. yes i'm is.
the only un-natural product i'll use is the Aphogee protein treatment. because it's the bees knees.
right, so i'll have the products, and that's the first part of the battle, the next is figuring out how the hell to use them. will i really have to wash my hair like, every day? ugh. i don't know how white people do it.
my tan is slowly fading. either that or my right side is finally catching up to my left. soon, i can't call myself Rainbow Brown anymore. bummer.
i talk like a teenager. hell, i even type like a teenager. i realize that i use more teenage slang now, than i ever did as a kid. "bummer" i mean, really, what the hell is that. "ohhhhh SNAP!" and "omigod, that is way cool" and "whatevah" and just-- i don't know. sometimes it makes me feel weird. because it's not even current slang, it's all mostly outdated ridiculous stuff. like, the other day, me and B were lusting after some dude or other, and i said-- i shit you not-- i said "he is definitely a Baldwin." i'm sorry, what? creepy. ha, and i said "riddick" to J:
"...and i was like, that's totally riddick!"
"huh?"
"ah. heh. i said, i thought that was ridiculous."
"oh."
i miss my video games. i'm really working up to getting a 360. sha right, like i can afford it. (see!!! sha right, who the fuck even says shit like that anymore??) but i miss them. on MySpace, this guy came up with these gamer T-shirts that are absolutely lame and completely cool and i realized that the term gamer girl doesn't even apply to me anymore. )= J's even said that i shouldn't call myself a geek because it's obvious that i'm not one.
he could not have offended me more.