Haircut

Yep, I got one! :)

Mullet, before and after!

While driving to the Performing Arts Center the other day, I decided to do what all the other kids are doing these days (the ones 10 years younger than I am ;p). Except instead of having a tiny slim point-and-shoot, I had a Canon 30D and a 24-70 L lens. Yep, I'm not only soooo safe on the road, but I am also a huge attention whore. But I am at least going to be an honest one and not pretend Photoshop is the new acne medication. Plus, how could I not show you pictures of me in teal? 'Cuz I love teal.

I learned this trick of driving with my knee from Oliver. I think it's generally something tall people/people with long legs do, but I have figured out a way to do it (by shoving my seat way back). ;P 'Cuz it's super convenient.

Hey, my nose is much pointier than it looks from... any other angle... haha!

I seem to see Helen making this face a lot. Scope out the lovely laundry behind me.

Again, a Helen face.

A me face

Disgusted face

The smirk I use to scare people with. Mostly used it on Oliver, because he did a lot of things that would annoy me. But instead of freaking out (which he enjoyed), I started smirking at the stuff he did so he would frown and stop doing it. ^^

Breaking out of late... no sleep.

Yesterday was a day for teal, I guess.

I think my profile looks like my dad's. Check out the 'tail. What should I do with it? Hack it off?

And here I am walking through the parking lot toward Escapade... lalala, photos of that to come.

And then today I got a haircut on my way back up north from my clinic physical (for study abroad). The mullet was getting a bit much for me.

My hair stylist was super snarky to me just now and made some rude comments about people who do walk-ins, etc. and how she can't possibly know what I wanted since she just met me. But I sucked it up until I was calmer (instead of snapping about how it was her job to try to understand what I wanted) and talked nicely, and let her ignore me for a few minutes. Then when I was in a better frame of mind, I asked her about her tattoos (which made her a lot nicer to me, haha). Then I gave her a nice tip anyway. Sometimes people just have bad days, I guess. ;p She almost made mine.

Anyway, I'm proud of myself for not biting her head off. I'm capable of it/I also hate being passive aggressive when it comes to hurt - but I think I did the right thing.

Six months

I regularly wear the hair at the nape of my neck in a little 'tail now, because otherwise I just have a pretty kickass mullet.

Post #60

I'm never going to be famous, because I can't remember to update these things. I also don't like constraints. ;p There are almost always pics on Flickr, though.


Here I am at... Oh, I've given up counting days or weeks (I'll be a terrible pregnant woman) but I'm around 5.5 months (of hair growth, not baby growth) right now. I liked how my hair turned out this one day. I keep meaning to cut it but have no time nor inspiration photos, so it just keeps growing. It's long enough to tie in the back now - just a wisp... less than I've had since babyhood - but it's tied!!

Today my mom flew into Austin... I'd forgotten about my hair, so when she stroked it I thought she was just messing with it. I think she was fine with it. ;) Then she went off on a tangent about how the women in my family have good thick heads of hair. Nice.

Leap Hair!

Bwahahahaha!

Day 150

Day 152

Yesterday I went in to get my replacement ID... Yerp, gonna have short hair on this next pic.

A month from the last one.

Just a week short of 4 months

Which, incidentally, will be my BIRTHDAY.

January

3.5 months!

Merry Christmas!!

Told my mummy about my head (or more like, posted a pic on Xanga and waited for repercussions to trickle down)...

Thank you, Wongs, for loving/hosting me!! <3

Pics from Owiber

Gratuitous shot of the boy who set up the studio lights, opening his "present" from me:

Sorta drained

I think my general state of exhaustion has resulted in a reluctance to maintain this blog. Also, my hair shows decently littler change now; I think I've done OK documenting it for the first two months or so... hopefully I can keep it updated weekly or something. I still take Webcam shots when I remember to.

I miss my hair more now that I've got some formal/interview events to go to. It really does look nicer to just... look like a girl... I miss it, haha. Yesterday I was genuinely a bit sad about how I look in a dress shirt and dress pants. I look dykish. ;) Oh well. It's OK - it is coming back in. Lots of good analogies to be had there, hah... I miss feeling girly and pretty and head-turning. There! The truth is out!

Everyone deserves a hiatus

Sorry, I pretended I was on vacation. Oh, wait, I am!

Anyway, I've got some pics:

I have more, somewhere on Flickr; will dig them out later. Hope everyone had a great holiday. Thankful for something?

I'll tell you this: I camped out for Black Friday and was ever so thankful for ever having had hair ... it really keeps you warm.

And then I thought it might be fun to take pictures in all the places my laptop goes

So it not only becomes the Saga of the Shorn, but the Wandering Walks of the Wigless... or something equally retarded. Yeah! Here I am in the PCL library (yes, redundant) on the UT campus...

This is post-brilliant-workout. Which here is copied from my other blog...

Of Workouts

Some people, as I mentioned before, have the ability to power through 16-mile runs "for fun." Peggy, you know I'm glaring at you. I admire them a lot, but I would never "go running with them to hang out." For one thing, you'd have to scrape me off the ground with a spatula at the end of it. For another thing, there would be no hanging out involved. There would be me breathing like a laboring woman. Then there would be Peggy, about 50 feet ahead, dancing lightly in circles running backwards to encourage me. Then there would be me attempting to throw things. And then collapsing in aforementioned meltdown.

So I have some feeble bragging to make. I hauled myself out of bed (yes, at 12 noon :D), walked down to Gregory, did some weights and machines and then did 30 minutes on the elliptical. I managed to do just over 3 miles on some "hill workout" (which involves progressively tougher levels, I guess - for some reason I picked 5 although I'm sure 1 would have worked fine). I found that I prefer ellipticals to actual running... because although I'm sure the exercise it offers is inferior, the elliptical actually allows me to stare blankly at a TV screen while I "run."

I brought my Nano along for the fun of it. It was a great distraction; one can only people-watch (more precisely, stare at the fat butt of the old man in front) for so long. I used the beats of my music to dictate how fast or how slowly I ran. Tiny tip: Do not try to keep up with the "Beast and the Harlot" from Guitar Hero II at "the peak of Kilimanjaro workout" unless you want to end up with tingling feet tips. My feet were numb by the end of that song. It was so much longer than I expected, and it really took it out of me. On the other hand, it made me do 3/4 of a mile in 4 minutes. Hah. (I slacked off a few times in disbelief at the song's transitions into yet more length and complexity)

It was a very cathartic experience. But I still don't like people looking at me when I work out. Gyms are such embarrassing places.

Now since I'm being so virtuous, I will go write an article or something. Either on hair or on cleaning house. Or I will write a paper.

Faces

I love making faces.

Interesting. The less I look like a "freak," the more I care how I look. Interesting. As Wilson would say.

Baggy eyes and all. In the interest of honesty.

As far as I know, weight loss for undereye areas is not a possibility.

And then today was just an awful day.

Everything that could go wrong went wrong. And a few things that shouldn't've decided to do so as well!

I would like to marry a car mechanic someday. He would be useful.