Hairventures: 2008: June – September

June 2008

June of 2008 brought about the first of my major hairventure changes. The first major j-rock style was in, and it was dyed the first unnatural colour. My whole head wasn’t blue; the bottom layers were left brown, while we dyed the top and spikes blue. It was jagged, straight, and long in the front and sides, and short and spiked up in the back, in classic j-rock style.

I loved this haircut. Blue was so much fun to work with, despite being one of those “fades quickly” colours.

Upkeep for this was much the same for my previous styles. Definite use of the White Sands spray, blow dryers and straighteners. It was about the same amount of work as my first haircut in 2008, only with shorter hair.  Continue reading

Hairventures: 2006/2007

2007

Before high school, my hair was plain. I did nothing exciting with it. It was black, because I was thoughtful and dark, a bit greasy because I was still a thoughtless adolescent, and plain and long, kept in a perpetual ponytail with side bangs.

Woo.

Then high school hit, and I decided to change things up. The first thing we did was cut it shorter than it had been since I was a much smaller child. It was a bob, cut just around the jawline, with a blunt fringe that just touched my eyes. This worked well because at the time I wore contacts and the hair didn’t get into my glasses.

I was in love. Continue reading

Hairventures: The Beginning

If there’s one thing to know about me, other than that I write and that I love Star Wars, it’s probably that I have a compulsion to take my hair to extreme levels. I’m known at work by the customers because of my hair. People I’ve known all my life might see me one month with, say, long brown and orange curly hair, and the next month with dreadlocks. I’m a chameleon, basically. One friend’s mother, who I see on a fairly frequent basis, said that my hair is different every time she sees me.

I dyed it the first time when I was 8; I got blonde streaks that we ended up hating because the woman did a terrible job, and we dyed brown over top, that being my natural hair colour. The next time I dyed it, I was 12 and we dyed it black. And ever since then, it’s just been a constant stream of new hair ideas. Continue reading

Internet deprivation

So my internet connection inexplicably died the other day. I was without internet except before starting my shifts at work, for three days, because my brother was the only one who knows how to fix it and he wasn’t available during that time.

One does not realize how much one is on the internet until one does not have the internet.

I had nothing to do. I stared at the wall for the first day before work. I read a book – Room, by Emma Donoghue, which is so good, by the way – I played the Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind on xbox (WHICH IS A FUCKING HARD GAME, by the way; now that the Steam summer sale is on, I’m going to download it and mod the shit out of it, because the story is so good) because Steam and Origin need internet connections to play my PC games. I reread lots of Changeling, and edited it a bit.

And then when I finally got the internet back up and running, I checked all my social media, then got bored. dafuq’s up with that?

Then I played several hours of Skyrim, and I loved it.

Having to babysit my dog – who was mauled by the neighbour dog and is in need of constant attention, lest he scratch out his stitches – is giving me a lot of time alone at home. I’ve come to the realization that I could so easily live alone – plus a cat, my future Scottish fold named Sausage – and just become a hermit. I love being alone. My own company is enough.

Plus also, I’m getting my first pair of sunglasses in 10 years. I haven’t been able to wear them since I was 9, thanks to needing glasses. But I’m finally going to, because I’m going to get my first ever pair of grown-up prescription sunglasses! I’ll be able to see in the summer time – which is a big deal, because I live in a desert, basically. I was hellbent on getting wayfarers, and go big or go home – I’m getting Ray-Bans. So stoked. I’ll be able to see while outside! I also got a straw hat with a rainbow band today. This is a summer of drastic changes, as I don’t wear hats either.

Also, I was planning on growing my hair out and getting it styled in a pin-up wave and dyeing it silver, but it’s only at my shoulders and I HATE IT. I always forget how much I don’t like long hair. As soon as it hits a certain length, it just goes up in a perpetual ponytail. I mean, I adore braids and long, curly side ponies, but the effort of getting there… ugh. I’ve had a taste of uber short hair, and I love it.

Long hair goal. Image from two years ago, pre-dreadlocks.
Short hair temptation. Image from a year ago, a month or so after grad, post-dreadlocks.

Thoughts? I’m thinking of silver, white-blonde, either way, since I’ve never had light hair save for my fake red. Brown, black, blue, purple, multiple shades of red, orange – but never blonde. And if I don’t like it, it’d be easy as hell to fix.

Ugh. Seeing pictures, I’m definitely leaning toward short hair again. I don’t want a perma-pony all summer when I could have a boyish fauxhawk.

Ponder ponder ponder

I recently acquired a plague on my hand. I don’t know what it is – though my mother surmises it is some sort of skin condition, like psoriasis or eczema. It started near the crook of my thumb, just little bumps that occasionally itched, and has since spread to the joint of my thumb and three knuckles, and it has begun migrating across the back of my hand. Only my left hand, mind you; the right is fine. They itch occasionally, but when they do, it’s enough to make me want to tear off my hand. And they bleed and turn red when I scratch them. Moisturizer doesn’t help, which blows.

I’m thinking it’s some kind of skin condition that is irritated by the cleaning products I use at work, like the soap and cleaner for the shelves. Who knows? I’m going to the doctor on Tuesday, so maybe he can explain my mystery plague.

Oh look, c'est moi!

In other news, I recently changed my hair colour. Recently being several weeks ago. I’ve been a redhead since summertime, and that hasn’t changed, only this time rather than do, what my hairdresser calls “rockstar red” all around or that with copper orange bangs, we did a more subdued rockstar red with daaaarrk purple bangs. Which you can see in this image. It only looks purple in the bathroom light, so far. Or maybe outside, but I can’t tell yet, as it’s too short. It looks more blue-black in person. Regardless, I love it.

I’m attempting to grow my hair out. It hasn’t been long since the days of my dreadlocks. I miss them. So much. I’ve definitely got cut-off-dreadlock-regrets. But once my hair is long again, I’m dyeing it blonde for the first time – platinum blonde. Borderline silver.

I also want more tattoos, as previously stated. It’s true what they say: once you get one, you want more.

My town is out of piercers, and my hip dermal has needed to be replaced for months. fml.

I want to have a Star Wars and Lord of the Rings marathon. Just take a weekend to rot in a basement in front of a tv.

Okay. I’m done rambling. I’ll give you a teaser or something next time.

 

Han: srs-cooking-face; Luke: startled deer-in-headlights-face.