The troubles of fixing my hair.

Okay, so here's confirmation that girls do not always mean well when they compliment your looks: they always tell me, "Oh, Sarah, I loooooove your hair!"

Ha! Ha! Hahahahaha! Like hell you do! My untamable rat's nest?! You want to trade?!?!

The other day, my hair was fairly manageable, but still some guy I know asked me, "So, Sarah, why don't you, like, straighten your hair? Because, it's like," and then he made the poofy-hair gesture with his hands.

I wanted to strangle him.  But I didn't. Because that's illegal.  And because I was sitting in the back of the car and he was in the front passenger seat. Hahahaha. :<

Anywaaaay, here's why I don't straighten my hair often:
becauseittakeslikeahundredgajillionhourstodoitandthenforawholefrickenweekmyhairislikenooooooihateyouandthenmydadislikenoooooihateyouandyourehairlookssounnaturalwhenyoudothatsoiforbidyoutodoitandtheneveryoneislikewoooooahsarahwhydyoustraightenyourhairareyoutryingtoimpressaguyandmeanwhilemyhairisslowlygoinglikemuahahahahahaimslowlypoofingbackupbythetimethispartyishalfwaythroughitllbebacktonormalandyoucantdoanythingaboutitohbutifidontpoofbackupthatsbecauseidecidedtobecomesuperoilyinsteadbecauseididntuseuptheproductsuputinsothaturhairdoesntburnbecauseofthisohandthatmeansthatyourhairisgoingtobeheeeeeckuhfrizzymuahahahahhahahahahaha!

Despite all the consequences, I straightened my hair the other day and it was quite a nice improvement! (So even though I wanted to strangle you, Guy I Know, what you said was true).  Today, I straightened my hair and curled it for the party tonight! :D

It took about TWO AND A HALF HOURS.

Here's the process. Thanks, Becca-unni, for taming my lion's mane!

And the final result:

It looks much better from the back. But I'm not sure whether that was worth the 2.5 hours of sleep I could have gotten.  Not to mention the pain of having my hair yanked every which way. :<

So now y'all know! My hair's a beeeetch! What's new, Buenos Aires?

More.

Today was Day 1 (of 2) of the church's Christmas play.  It went all right, even if I failed as a pianist.  One of my best friends sat in the audience, and I realized that if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have anyone to wave or smile to.  Unless you count the back wall.

What a sad existence I have. :<

I finally (kinda) addressed the Private Issue That I've Been Avoiding That I Talked About In My Last Post.  In a long message on Skype while he wasn't online.  And then I logged off immediately so that I didn't have to talk to him. Heh.

But for some reason, I read my depressing posts and go all Honey and Clover on myself, shouting "YOUTH!!!!" in my brain and whatnot.  This weird angsty stuff, my need to figure out what it is I want to do in life, feeling inferior to others in matters that shouldn't even matter, being in a constant argument with my parents, being (somewhat) related in political affairs that are waaaaay over my head, getting involved in drama between friends, losing some and making others... It's like I'm part of an over-the-top manga written by an inexperienced mangaka.  It's got so many elements to it, but then again that screams "YOUTH!!!" too.

Oh, for Pete's sake, the song I'm listening to ("Northern Downpour" by Panic at the Disco) practically screams "YOUTH!!!!" too. Why, Sarah, why? Naze? B8

Haha, well angst-sy youth and other unhappy sentiments aside, I've decided I want to sing an upbeat Japanese song for the talent show, with some of my friends as back-up dancers.  Partially because I think it'll be fun, but mostly because I probably won't be returning for senior year.  I'd be officially dropping out of the race for valedictorian, so I might as well go out with a bang.

I was thinking something like this song by Suga Shikao.

Or "Gogo no Parade," also by Suga Shikao. They sound really fun, and the back-up dancing is so silly, I can't help but laugh.  I hope my friends will take to it as well when I propose it to them. Although, considering most of them are even shyer than I am, I doubt it. (-____-)

I'm going to finish watching the anime I was watchin' just now.  It is 1:09 AM.

On the Seventeenth of December, Reality threw to me...

1. I finished my finals on Monday and Tuesday (that went... ok).
2. I helped my sister finish her final art projects Wednesday and Thursday.
3. I didn't go to the end-of-the-semester assembly at school today (and thus was unable to give my friends their presents).
4. I completely avoided my problems.
5. I went to the church play dress-rehearsal, and my scene was the only one that was decidedly bad.
6. I've fought with at least one of my parents since Thanksgiving. Tonight, I shouted at both of them.
7. I watched the pilot episode of Thirtysomething just now. My heart is touched to figurative tears, and I'm not even married.

It's been a really emotional week. There are items that ought to be added to that list, but they infringe on the privacy of rather sentimental individuals.

Merry Christmas, everyone.  It's 2:05 in the morning.

Crocheting Wristbands.

I have pictures to share of the wristbands I've been making lately, and of me celebrating my currently tame hair :D

Not the best, but decent. Taken with a mirror to show the back stripe is yellow.

My favorite! Girly with lots of happy, fun colors :P

A weird.. finger thing I made.

I was experimenting, okay? (twss)

This monster was made of two strands of yarn, crocheted together.

Very thick, very big, and very warm. (twss!!!)

These ones were made a little too long, so I pulled them over the palms of my hands.

I'm thinking about making a second version of the black-with-red-stripes one.

Extend it to just above the elbow and make a type of gauntlet.
Would be fun >:D

But a lot of yarn and time -___-

 

So this little creeper is the first time I've crocheted with so many stripes

(6 around the whole wrist)

So it's really messy and I don't really like it.

My sister says it's cool because of the colors, but green and yellow are the school colors of this other high school in my city, so I can't ever wear this thing to school.

Oh hair, I love you so much today!

lol

I added Japanese character into my keyboard, and was messing around with it.
So I was writing in English with the hiragana translator, and when translated back into english, it goes like this:

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