Archive for March 2, 2007

the short curly ones

Img_1744_1 can you spot the curlies? that’s cheryl, danielle, and i at the ever-popular akbar. okay, so this is obviously a terrible picture and my hair looks like a mess from dancing, but there were no other ones of our three heads in my photo library and i left my digital camera at their house. coincidence? yes. oh my god, who cares about the original subject of this post… look at those two passionate gay male lovers behind us all. wait, or is that a lez and a dude? i can’t even tell these days. they are going to take my queer card away from me if i don’t shape up. uh oh.

anyways, i’m not a big fan of attracting attention (hardy har), but a lot of times when i go out with these girls it just comes with the territory. it’s the hair. when we roll together we get comments all the time like, “do you have to have curly hair to hang out with you guys?” or “are you sisters?” i dunno, those two dress similarly and are actually cousins, so maybe that has more to do with it than anything, but my hair matches.

a couple of weeks ago cheryl and i were in old town pasadena and some dude just shouted “SHIRLEY TEMPLE!” at us. it was hilarious.

growing up, i hated my hair. it was long and curly and frizzy. my mom used to brush it and braid it and i would get so pissed cause it hurt and i hated staying still that long. in fifth grade all of the kids started calling me “chia pet” which i honestly don’t think makes any sense, but at the time, man, it cut me deep. then, there was the onset of puberty, when no one in the seventh grade class could say “pen” or “pencil” without all the boys breaking into fits of laughter. it was around that time when the comparisons of my hair to pubic hair started to be made.

this was devastating. how fucking embarrassing is that? a whole head full of hairs that look like they should be adorning the genitals of a 1970s playboy playmate. oh, the shame. kids can be so cruel!

well, that was then. or so i thought. the other day i was in the salon getting my hair cut by lacey and this friend of hers was there. as i was sweeping up my hair at the end, he said something about all the little pubes and the memory came rushing back.

can we just set the record straight here? my hair is REALLY curly. i have never once in my life encountered anyone who had genuinely curly pubes. yes, i’ve seen kinky ones, but if you really want to know i have seen a lot more that were shockingly straight! in fact, thanks to a team of highly skilled eastern european women, i only have maybe fourteen or fifteen pubic hairs, and none of them are curlies. none. not one.

so will the people who posess that mythic nest of ringlets “down there” please stand up?

okay, moving right along: in high school i started to put gobs of gel into my hair so that it would dry to a nice, crispy texture, offsetting the delicate beauty of my over-tweezed brows. until two years ago, i pretty much did the same thing, except with high-end products and gorgeous, enviably full eyebrows.

then, i cut it all off. then, i started working at steam and val cut it and told me to let it do its thing and showed me how to style it and the rest is history. i absolutely love having curly hair. it’s the best ever. all i have to do is wash it, put in product, twist either my whole head or just parts if i’m lazy, diffuse lightly or air-dry, and i can wear it like that for two-three days until i have to wash it again. my hair never really gets greasy b/c it’s so curly. people compliment it all the time, ask me if i have a perm, want to touch it. it’s fun.

here are my current favorite products:

Paste
artec textureline paste

Arcangell
devacurl arc angell

these are both great holding products. i put in a little silicone serum when it’s wet (right now i am using pureology, but i think any will do), then layer over it with one of these and twist. i use the paste when i want a stronger hold, have more time to dry, and want my style to last longer, and the arc angell when i want it to have a little more body and dry faster. once it’s dry i separate the curls a little and mist on bumble and bumble does it all spray (best hairspray EVER) while i shake it out. easy. if it looks slept-on in the next few days i just mist on a little bumble and bumble tonic and then shine spray and scrunch or twist, depending on what i’m going for.

and there’s my story. i think that perms are going to be 100% back really soon. i have already seen more and more at the salon before i stopped working there. so all of you girls with naturally curly hair better put down your flat irons, so you can say you were first.

updating, dieting, working

hey guys, sorry i haven’t been around much, updating and such. you know, all that “updating” kind of stuff. stuff like that.

i am semi-delirious because i have decided to embark upon a journey known as “the diet.” that’s right folks, for the next four weeks i am only eating slim fast, lettuce, diet coke, ice chips, and handfulls of those diet pills that promise not to give you the jitters. then, after that, i promise to start eating right and excercising.

being on a diet is lame because it means you have mindlessly subscribed into society’s warped view of perfection and beauty. being on a diet rules because it means you only need one and a half vodka sodas to get blotto and dance away even more calories.

anyway, i am about to get a new job as a hostess at a restaurant. in an OUTDOOR MALL. don’t even ask, i need a job!

thanks a lot astrology.com

there’s no way this is going to be overly interesting to any of you, but this is my blog and i just have to post it here.

according to astrology.com, as a person born on february 26th:

Your personal ruling planets are Neptune and Saturn.

The vibration of Saturn is not always considered a lucky vibration, but often indicates a very tedious path to achieve the goals that have been set. Sometimes you feel alone. Sometimes you feel there is no assistance from the world around you, but your dedication and loyalty are your truly great personality traits.

Your experience of tough times will become a source of great wisdom to you. It is only later in life that your spiritual life will begin to develop and though your relationships may be tough, it is again through the hard path that Saturn will give you your glory.

Your lucky colours are deep blue and black.

Your lucky gem is blue sapphire.

Your lucky days of the week are Wednesday, Friday and Saturday.

Your lucky numbers and years of important change are 8, 17, 26, 35, 44, 53, 62, 71

Famous people born on your birthday include Victor Hugo, Jackie Gleason, Fats Domino, Johnny Cash, Godfrey Cambridge, Michael Bolton, Mark Dacascos and Alison Armitage.

so, this basically confirms my belief that i was born to suffer, that my only success will come from suffering, that the best thing about me is loyalty (snore), that nothing will make any sense until i am too old to enjoy it, and that black and blue totally is the best color combo.

sad.

luckily, i am only somewhat slightly secretly a believer in astrology. i don’t know, it just always seems right on the button for me, but that may be because i hate/love myself so much that i think i am every woman.

the good news in that article is that this year (26) is going to be a year of important change for me. sounds good. the bad news is… michael bolton? seriously?

notes on a sandal

will someone PLEASE explain sandals to me? this is a fashion mystery that has plagued me since the dawn of time (er, i mean, the mid-eighties). i get it… feet need to breathe, and we all love to show off a good pedi, but other than flip-flops, most sandals make no sense to me.

let’s review:

Plainflipflops400 first, we have the classic chanclas, or flip-flops. what do you think? i think these are comfortable and in many citcumstances, absolutely necessary. i remember when i was in high school coming into my own fashion-wise, i was confused because even though i thought i was hardcore and stylish, i still loved rocking the chanclas. i would wear my red spandex skirt, studded belt, and a hanes white t-shirt with a pair of flip-flops. i knew it wasn’t quite right, but i didn’t care. i assumed it was a california thing or maybe because i went to hippie schools early on and hated wearing shoes at all. so anyway, at that time i was hanging out with a bunch of kids who didn’t believe in wearing sandals, so i was torn. then, one summer all of the boys started wearing flip-flops. it was as if they had a beautiful revelation. you don’t have to be a frat boy to wear flip-flops, and in fact they look great with brown slacks and vintage t’s.

my favorite pair was always these ones from the seventies that had thick straps that were three colors, orange, yellow, and red, and a thick black sole with a white center that made it look like an ice-cream sandwich. yum. this brings us to our second question: platform flip-flops? Lilac_crystal_mini the answer is simple. the answer is NO. why won’t these totally go away? i don’t understand the constant desire people have to mess with a simple thing. pink camo? no. high-heeled timbaland boots? no. do you guys remember those hairbrushes from the early 90s with a spray bottle built into the handle? well, to that, i say YES! but that is a different subject. the year that uggs were first out and all over the place even during the summer, i had a brilliant plan to buy a cheap knockoff pair and cut them into sandals and wear my “UGG-flops” around town so that everyone in l.a. could see how ridiculous they were being, but i was too lazy to do it. maybe this year, since the trend refuses to die quietly. yes, i know they are comfy, no i don’t care.

Hikingsandal what about hiking sandals? okay, these are just an abomination. ever since i was a small child in hippie school and saw my first pair of these, i wondered what i did wrong for god to do this to my eyes. these are like the obnoxious cousin that the 250pxbirkenstocksbirkenstock will never introduce to his girlfriend. not cool. when i was in third grade, my mom bought me my first pair of “birks.” she bought a bunch of different styles and colors and insisted that i wear them. every kid at school mocked me incessantly. this was during my infamous two-year stint in public school on the hard streets of north san gabriel, so you can imagine… alright, it wasn’t that bad, but i was also fat and wore glasses, so it was just an unwelcome addition to my torment. okay, fast forward two years later when EVERY SINGLE kid in school had a pair. ugh. and i couldn’t even gloat because by then i had changed schools. still, i don’t love birkenstocks. they remind me of my mom, but she looks cute in them.

okay, so i think we can conclude that when it comes to sandals, simple is best. when you google the word “sandals,” well, the carribean resort comes up, but then you go to images and you see probably the most hideous pics ever. last summer i could not find anything i really liked. i liked some of the grecian styles, but most were over-priced and i liked the mexican ones (huaraches), but i saw those in the stupid urban outfitters catalogue and that kind of killed it.

this year i am just going to rock these, all summer long! 65799_large_1

sex soundtrack = silence

i don’t know how to start talking about this, so i’m just going to come out and say it:

i like to have sex in total silence.Fp_mlbooth

well, not total silence, but i don’t like listening to music while i’m getting it on. i have never had sex to a
soundtrack before ever, not counting doing it in the movie theatre projection booth.

i know that’s, like, a big thing that most people do; put on some tunes, set the mood, feel the rhythm, etc. i talked to this guy once that said his ex-girlfriend always put on the album “dummy” by portishead when it was time to do the nasty and so he could never listen to them anymore. that is a bummer because that band is really good. i mean, i do commend her taste in sex music, as that album is technically perfect for it. it’s got good beats and the vocals and lyrics are sexy and mournful at the same time. nice.

still, the way i see it, if i like a song, i want to think about the song when i hear it, not necessarily a memory i associate it with, and certainly not the memory of the stink of sweat and latex! oh my god, i was totally kidding, ew.

but you see my point. i have a really hard time separating sensual memories from cognitive ones. there are these mysterious bushes that have tiny white flowers on them (not star jasmine) and a distinct, wonderful smell. that smell reminds me my best friend from elementary school lauren’s back yard and pool area. it reminds me of the time i stepped on one of the pool drain covers and it broke and my foot fell through and i was really embarrassed. so now, i am left thinking of that day, so many years later, as i walk across the campus of UCLA, where the breeze carries the same scent of beautiful, mortifying flowers.

ah, the life of a playgirl.

sometimes i think being single is the best thing ever. being single means you get to spend inordinate amounts of time drinking and talking loudly with people you barely know to the point of losing your voice, sitting at home plucking errant face hairs, and not sharing deep sexual intimacy with another person.

well, off to fix my third cocktail of the morning and rush order this.

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