HM and ITS and STWRS, oh my!
So yesterday, we went to go pick up my "new" car. My dad told me it is exactly like my other car, more or less, that it is a 'stang, that it is manuel, and that it is a "shade of red, AKA burgundy." We go to pick it up, and I discover, hooray, that is is not burgundy, but a rich, glittery red (think Dorothy's shoes). It's got a black interior, a sub somewhere?, upgraded speakers, deeper cupholders, and Cruise Control. Her nickname is HM, which stands for Hott Mama! I love it!!
Speaking of burgundy, for reasons unknown, I decided that I need to temporarily dye my hair some fun color...like "cherry cola", aka bright burgundy. So I buy the crap and go home eagerly. Well, I've never home-dyed my hair, so I didn't have any gloves or protective cream. So I shrugged, used Vasoline, and scoffed at the glove idea. Holy crap, what a mess!! For those ofyou who have the fortune of not knowing, dying is a messy, messy endeavor. The reason for the cream is to protect your skin from being dyed. From the moment I squirted that crap on my bare hand and saw the sanguine color, I knew I was screwed. The crap went everywhere and left snakes of red everywhere. It was bad. So after A while, I get in the shower to wash off the excess dye. You know when you first get into the shower, how you close your eyes and raise your head up to the deliciously warm water? Well, when I has finished that moment, I looked down and instantly felt like that chic off of Psycho (or that "princess" from Thirteen Ghosts). It seriously was like I had been stabbed in some sort of bloody war!! Not only did it make a complete and utter mess all over the bathroom/tub, but when I stepped out and started to towel my hair off I noticed that there was ABSOLUTELY NO DIFFERENCE!! Oh wait, my hands were stained a deep red, plus there were random splotches of dye everywhere. I later discovered that my hair DID color, only it was the blonde hairs from sophomore year that were colored a light pink. GREAT!! But unfortunately, it made my hair kind of greasy? So I washed it again and most of the pink was gone. And my hair stayed greasy. So I tried again. AND IT WAS STILL GREASY!! I guess it was that crap. Boo. So what a waste of an experience!
So I go to ITS with red hands, which was appropiate for the theme "Favorite Villain"...because thiefs are evil and I "was caught red-handed." Ha. I actually attended as The FAiry Godmother from Shrek 2 because she is a haus. It worked out well. I got an award actually! I was pretty excited. They listed some of the crap that I've done and it made me blush...oy. The seniors also got our cords, hooray! We had to do senior will, and I was caught compltely unawares (well, I had forgotten, actually). So i just winged it. Eh. Bt we were all pretty sure that Schubert was drunk on tequila last night...God, that woman is nuts! But hey, whatever. I thought I won't be too upset, considering that I'd only known these kids "closely" for a year. But I think it was more of the feeling "where the hell have I been?" that got me. We had this little faggot dance afterward and they played my request for the Thong Song, heck yeah! David made me dance with him (not to that one), that was interesting. And watching Russell dance is always interesting. Nashanna was there too, looking pretty damn hott in her Spy Versus Spy outfit. All in all, it was loads of fun.
On another note, I saw Star Wars III today. I won't say anything, except that it was well-made and easily makes up for the last two (that I still liked, just not as much).
See you kiddos later!
Speaking of burgundy, for reasons unknown, I decided that I need to temporarily dye my hair some fun color...like "cherry cola", aka bright burgundy. So I buy the crap and go home eagerly. Well, I've never home-dyed my hair, so I didn't have any gloves or protective cream. So I shrugged, used Vasoline, and scoffed at the glove idea. Holy crap, what a mess!! For those ofyou who have the fortune of not knowing, dying is a messy, messy endeavor. The reason for the cream is to protect your skin from being dyed. From the moment I squirted that crap on my bare hand and saw the sanguine color, I knew I was screwed. The crap went everywhere and left snakes of red everywhere. It was bad. So after A while, I get in the shower to wash off the excess dye. You know when you first get into the shower, how you close your eyes and raise your head up to the deliciously warm water? Well, when I has finished that moment, I looked down and instantly felt like that chic off of Psycho (or that "princess" from Thirteen Ghosts). It seriously was like I had been stabbed in some sort of bloody war!! Not only did it make a complete and utter mess all over the bathroom/tub, but when I stepped out and started to towel my hair off I noticed that there was ABSOLUTELY NO DIFFERENCE!! Oh wait, my hands were stained a deep red, plus there were random splotches of dye everywhere. I later discovered that my hair DID color, only it was the blonde hairs from sophomore year that were colored a light pink. GREAT!! But unfortunately, it made my hair kind of greasy? So I washed it again and most of the pink was gone. And my hair stayed greasy. So I tried again. AND IT WAS STILL GREASY!! I guess it was that crap. Boo. So what a waste of an experience!
So I go to ITS with red hands, which was appropiate for the theme "Favorite Villain"...because thiefs are evil and I "was caught red-handed." Ha. I actually attended as The FAiry Godmother from Shrek 2 because she is a haus. It worked out well. I got an award actually! I was pretty excited. They listed some of the crap that I've done and it made me blush...oy. The seniors also got our cords, hooray! We had to do senior will, and I was caught compltely unawares (well, I had forgotten, actually). So i just winged it. Eh. Bt we were all pretty sure that Schubert was drunk on tequila last night...God, that woman is nuts! But hey, whatever. I thought I won't be too upset, considering that I'd only known these kids "closely" for a year. But I think it was more of the feeling "where the hell have I been?" that got me. We had this little faggot dance afterward and they played my request for the Thong Song, heck yeah! David made me dance with him (not to that one), that was interesting. And watching Russell dance is always interesting. Nashanna was there too, looking pretty damn hott in her Spy Versus Spy outfit. All in all, it was loads of fun.
On another note, I saw Star Wars III today. I won't say anything, except that it was well-made and easily makes up for the last two (that I still liked, just not as much).
See you kiddos later!