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5:30 pm - 06.20.03
1. Is your hair naturally curly, wavy, or straight? Long or short?
It's wavy if I let it dry on its own. And not a pretty wavy... it's that nappy, frizzy kind of wavy. Yuck. That's why I straighten it every day. And it's really damn long. 27 inches from root to end the last time I measured. Heh.
2. How has your hair changed over your lifetime?
When I was four, I begged my mom for a perm. So, I was this little kid with a huge curly mass on my head, because it was only to my shoulders. It was cute, yet hideous. Then I went through a period of just wearing it long and straight. First without bangs, and then with. Then I permed it again, in junior high. My freshman year I had it layered, and then cut all one length. And just let it grow grow grow, to what I have now. A long-ass mane of hair. With NO bangs. I will never have bangs again.
3. How do your normally wear your hair?
Just down and straight, nothing special. Mainly because it's too long and heavy to hold a curl, and too thick to stay in any kind of up-do. It sucks at times, but I get lots of compliments so I guess it's not that bad.
4. If you could change your hair this minute, what would it look like?
I want hair that has lots of options. Mine has zero. I can't do anything with it. I don't think I'd go too terribly short, but probably not quite as long either. I've actually been thinking about getting it cut for awhile now, take about six inches off and add a few long layers.
5. Ever had a hair disaster? What happened?
A few years ago, I went on a poker run with my dad on his motorcycle. We were riding all day, on a course of like 500 miles. I made the mistake of letting my hair hang out of the helmet in a ponytail. By the end of the day, I had a huge knot at the back of my head. It took us over two hours to brush it out. There for awhile, I was scared I would have to just cut it off -- it was that bad!
11:32 am - 06.20.03
Wouldn't you know it, today's Theme Thursday theme is "Letting Go."
4:15 pm - 06.19.03
Guess what?
I bought a domain!!
It's not up yet, probably won't be for a week or so. You'll all be the first to know when it is. It'll be at burning-phoenix.com.
So, I guess that means that I'll be leaving Diaryland. But don't fret, kiddies. I'll still write at the new domain, and visit you all regularly like I always do.
That's all for now. I fear that if I write about anything else, I'll cry. And today has been good so far. So no crying.
2:37 pm - 06.18.03
God FUCKING dammit I just lost my entry. Piece of fucking shit.
Well, if I was pissed of before I started writing, I'm furious now.
It's gonna have to wait til tomorrow. Because I'm in NO mood.
UGH, CURSE YOU! You wretched beast!!
*spit*
10:45 pm - 06.17.03
He broke up with me yesterday.
Just called on his break and said "This isn't gonna work." Real fucking classic, eh?
I cried. And screamed "stop fucking crying!" through my tears. I know he isn't worth them. All the tears I had for him are long gone. So I didn't cry for very long.
Mainly, I was just pissed because he took the upper hand away from me. I had a whole damn speech prepared, and I was really gonna let him have it. But then he threw me for a loop like that, and all I could do was blubber "Why? What did I do?" through my sobs.
I'm so pathetic.
So I wrote a huge ass letter explaining everything I was feeling to him and left it on his truck. I halfway expected him to have called by now, like he has every other time, but he hasn't. I don't mind. It's for the better. And I force myself to refrain from driving by his work and house. Gotta just let it go.
I purposely put off writing about it til now. I knew if I wrote yesterday, I'd be crying and boo-hooing and feeling sorry for myself. I don't want to remember myself that way.
The whole time, all I could ask was WHY. Things were peachy fucking keen four days ago. What could have changed since then? I've decided that there's someone else. I've noticed a beige Cadillac that has been parking next to him at work every day. Indiana State University and the name of some sorority plastered on the back window. Cancer eating away at the metal over the tires. A real piece of shit. And the other night, when I was waiting for him to come out, a brunette came and drove away in the Cadillac. She was young.
Well, that's fine. He can fuck Miss Indiana-State-University-sorority-nasty-ass-Cadillac-girl all he wants. He's already lost the best thing he had, will ever have.
Oh, how I want to believe that.
I'll be gone in two months. And I cannot fucking wait.
1:44 pm - 06.17.03
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