Oct 07, 2006 09:12
So, yesterday was my 22nd birthday, it passed uneventfully and unremarkably into the oblivion that awaits celebrations. "Someone loved it intensely for one day, and then tossed it. Like a Christmas tree. So special. Then, bam, it's on the side of the road." Fight Club always makes me so upbeat and positive. I never feel any real excitement over being regarded as a year older. I don't mind some celebration with my close friends / loved ones etc. I don't see any particularly good reason to go out, spend good money and "get shit-faced". Since I have been reducing my intake of sugar greatly lately the thought of my birthday cake still makes me a little unsettled. When you reduce your sugar intake your body gets used to not having all that sugar and it reacts poorly when you have it.
Today is more exciting, today is the day I get my dreadlocks, they are going to turn out wicked. In a rare and somewhat painful mood, I brushed my hair very thoroughly to get out all the knots (there were lots and they were vicious), then I took the large clump of hair that had grown at my feet (and it was huge), and I balled it up in my hands and rolled it back and forth between my palms and very quickly it became a very dreadlock. Naturally this is not a very good method for making dreads because it makes them unevenly and very thin in areas. It is however a good indicator of what my hair will look like and how long it will take. Awesome and not so long. I will have pictures later, I will even include the dread I palm rolled out of hair removed while brushing, just because I can.