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May. 11th, 2015 07:08 pmOogh. Well, first there was boozahol on Friday night, which turned out to be one of those fun ideas you regret the next day because I had a nine in the morning hair appointment. I did not, however, regret the nine AM hair appointment. My hair is now a lovely cherry-highlighted black, which quasi-explicably brings out the whole Mexican Indian thing. I say quasi-explicably because, cherry highlights. I'm not sure that's a thing that naturally occurs in Mexican Indian hair.
Whatever, it looks gorgeous, I give no fucks for naturally occurring. If I wanted naturally occurring I would have left it alone. It is black and red and shiny. Between this and my new nail polish (And one of those colors so far is kind of a bust, or at least I don't like it as much as the others, but one out of twelve isn't bad) and my upcoming Stitch Fix, I am amazingly set for all the girly things I never learned how to do growing up. No clue when that happened. Slowly, over time, I guess.
Which is probably good that I feel comfortable with this now, because apparently my brother's getting married in a little over a year. I have some vague notion that I'll be able to lose the last 15 pounds or so by then, and learn at least some conversational Hindi at that point, but I have no idea if that's actually going to happen. Something to push towards, I guess? Sort of. Mostly I'm pushing anyway towards strength-ish training (body weight type) in the morning and stretching out in the evening, so all I really have to do is stop eating so much crap.
(But I like eating crap. Pout.)
At some point when I recover brain cells I need to finish dealing with the worldbuilding and get back started on all those faery courts, and deal with the reorganizing of the outline for WL. Or even dig up those notes and see if I reorganized it already, because I'm betting I havne't. Unfortunately tomorrow I not only have a dentist appointment, I also have a huge retail order to pack and ship. Le sigh. Why can't I be a self-sustaining writer. Life would be so much simpler.
Whatever, it looks gorgeous, I give no fucks for naturally occurring. If I wanted naturally occurring I would have left it alone. It is black and red and shiny. Between this and my new nail polish (And one of those colors so far is kind of a bust, or at least I don't like it as much as the others, but one out of twelve isn't bad) and my upcoming Stitch Fix, I am amazingly set for all the girly things I never learned how to do growing up. No clue when that happened. Slowly, over time, I guess.
Which is probably good that I feel comfortable with this now, because apparently my brother's getting married in a little over a year. I have some vague notion that I'll be able to lose the last 15 pounds or so by then, and learn at least some conversational Hindi at that point, but I have no idea if that's actually going to happen. Something to push towards, I guess? Sort of. Mostly I'm pushing anyway towards strength-ish training (body weight type) in the morning and stretching out in the evening, so all I really have to do is stop eating so much crap.
(But I like eating crap. Pout.)
At some point when I recover brain cells I need to finish dealing with the worldbuilding and get back started on all those faery courts, and deal with the reorganizing of the outline for WL. Or even dig up those notes and see if I reorganized it already, because I'm betting I havne't. Unfortunately tomorrow I not only have a dentist appointment, I also have a huge retail order to pack and ship. Le sigh. Why can't I be a self-sustaining writer. Life would be so much simpler.