there's something in the water
Okay, the semi-sort-of hiatus was a total fluke. I can't get off LJ it's not even fair. >.<
Ask me how I did for the first week of exams! Actually, scratch that, don't ask me shit about it. I'm going to pretend that I don't know that I did horribly for the second History paper because I procrastinated the whole of yesterday. In my defence, I don't remember ever having to read anything about a Vimana (which apparently according to Wikipedia has several meanings ranging from temple or palace to mythological flying machines WHAT EVEN) and therefore had no idea what I answered for that question.
Let's have a mini picspam about braids instead, to cheer me up. Because if you don't know this yet, I have a thing for braids. I like the process of braiding my hair, I like getting it all wrong and undoing it and trying all over again. I like that it's so easy to braid someone else's hair but a total nuisance if you have to braid your own. I like it when my braids are messy, I like it when my braids are neatly gelled into place. I like it when the braid is funky and beaded and decorated with ribbons, I like them completely plain too. I would write sonnets to express my love for braids if I had the time to.
Basically? I used to the be girl who had braids in her hair all throughout primary school. And a good part of my first year in high school too. Without fail, people, every single day. The patterns might vary a little, a bow one day, a sparkly scrunchie another day, but I refused to go to school without a braid. Heh.
The exact reason why I love braids so much might be a little bit hard to pinpoint. OH WAIT, IT ISN'T. I wanted to be Rupunzel. Uh huh. I had a huge little girl crush on Rupunzel and I was so jealous of her hair. I kept my hair so long when I was a little girl but my mum intervened when, at one point in my epically ridiculous childhood, I wanted to throw my hair down my window to see if my little cousin could climb up. The fact that my hair wasn't long enough to do that wasn't the point there. XD
Okay, so people used to mock me for my lack of originality. People still do now. In fact, phoenixacid just did so yesterday, not about my hair, but that's not the point. The point is that I'm not original and really, HELLO, my hair, my freedom. XD If I wanted to be original, I would; if I wanted to be boring with my hair, damn straight I will.
Braids and buns should always go hand in hand because they can look classy and casual at the same time and even though they take ages to actually get it right and they screw up really easy, they are still fun all the same. =D
Okay, let's talk French braids instead. I love them a lot, lot but I don't think I've ever gotten them right by myself. If anyone has some nifty tricks to getting French braids right (IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SO COMPLEX!), I would appreciate them and spam you with .gifs of love.
(^ I'm in love with the second one. I want hair like that like burning.)
Then of course, there are the half-braids or whatever they are actually supposed to be called. They look nice with flowers. Or ribbons. Or something sparkly. Or plain. Or anyhow you like it, actually because BRAIDS ARE BAMFS AND THEY CAN RULE THE WORLD.
Of course then there are really complex braid-styles that I simply cannot manage as such:
BUT IT'S ART! And really, I would so proudly wear this on my head if I knew how to do it because look at it! It's braidgasmic.
But I know that I can always fall back on the simple braids if my fingers fail to cooperate.
That last picture there? That's how I used to go to school like. (Although I will admit that I was also one of those girls who went to school with two pigtails until an embarrassing age that we are not going to talk about. In fact, I don't even want to remember it. >.<)
Or, well, if I'm being particularly fail-y, a failed braid looks nice too. =D
So, long story short? Braids are awesome and everyone should have braids in their hairs forever and ever. Now, I shall go and mope over my dead History paper and figure out what to write for ae_ldws.
Ask me how I did for the first week of exams! Actually, scratch that, don't ask me shit about it. I'm going to pretend that I don't know that I did horribly for the second History paper because I procrastinated the whole of yesterday. In my defence, I don't remember ever having to read anything about a Vimana (which apparently according to Wikipedia has several meanings ranging from temple or palace to mythological flying machines WHAT EVEN) and therefore had no idea what I answered for that question.
Let's have a mini picspam about braids instead, to cheer me up. Because if you don't know this yet, I have a thing for braids. I like the process of braiding my hair, I like getting it all wrong and undoing it and trying all over again. I like that it's so easy to braid someone else's hair but a total nuisance if you have to braid your own. I like it when my braids are messy, I like it when my braids are neatly gelled into place. I like it when the braid is funky and beaded and decorated with ribbons, I like them completely plain too. I would write sonnets to express my love for braids if I had the time to.
Basically? I used to the be girl who had braids in her hair all throughout primary school. And a good part of my first year in high school too. Without fail, people, every single day. The patterns might vary a little, a bow one day, a sparkly scrunchie another day, but I refused to go to school without a braid. Heh.
The exact reason why I love braids so much might be a little bit hard to pinpoint. OH WAIT, IT ISN'T. I wanted to be Rupunzel. Uh huh. I had a huge little girl crush on Rupunzel and I was so jealous of her hair. I kept my hair so long when I was a little girl but my mum intervened when, at one point in my epically ridiculous childhood, I wanted to throw my hair down my window to see if my little cousin could climb up. The fact that my hair wasn't long enough to do that wasn't the point there. XD
Okay, so people used to mock me for my lack of originality. People still do now. In fact, phoenixacid just did so yesterday, not about my hair, but that's not the point. The point is that I'm not original and really, HELLO, my hair, my freedom. XD If I wanted to be original, I would; if I wanted to be boring with my hair, damn straight I will.
Braids and buns should always go hand in hand because they can look classy and casual at the same time and even though they take ages to actually get it right and they screw up really easy, they are still fun all the same. =D
Okay, let's talk French braids instead. I love them a lot, lot but I don't think I've ever gotten them right by myself. If anyone has some nifty tricks to getting French braids right (IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE SO COMPLEX!), I would appreciate them and spam you with .gifs of love.
(^ I'm in love with the second one. I want hair like that like burning.)
Then of course, there are the half-braids or whatever they are actually supposed to be called. They look nice with flowers. Or ribbons. Or something sparkly. Or plain. Or anyhow you like it, actually because BRAIDS ARE BAMFS AND THEY CAN RULE THE WORLD.
Of course then there are really complex braid-styles that I simply cannot manage as such:
BUT IT'S ART! And really, I would so proudly wear this on my head if I knew how to do it because look at it! It's braidgasmic.
But I know that I can always fall back on the simple braids if my fingers fail to cooperate.
That last picture there? That's how I used to go to school like. (Although I will admit that I was also one of those girls who went to school with two pigtails until an embarrassing age that we are not going to talk about. In fact, I don't even want to remember it. >.<)
Or, well, if I'm being particularly fail-y, a failed braid looks nice too. =D
So, long story short? Braids are awesome and everyone should have braids in their hairs forever and ever. Now, I shall go and mope over my dead History paper and figure out what to write for ae_ldws.