December 2009
17 posts
look down
i love how on the photo of my creepers you can see the smear of hair dye on my legs. i actually look like i have been beaten up, because i decided the most fail-safe way to dye my hair was sat cross-legged in my bath in my underwear, with a paint brush, two mirrors and a cereal bowl full of dye. i proceeded to drip blue all over myself and forgot to wash it off, now my skin is stained.
i love my...
so my hair adventure failed disastrously! it was an entertaining 24 hours though, at least. here is what i have been doing for the past few days. i began by bulk buying cream peroxide and bleach powder, and proceeded to destroy my hair.
hoorah
my hair is a mixture of vivid orange and bright yellow. i look like a jar of salsa.
twenty-seven
sitting on my bed listening to camilla kerslake singing balulalow, wearing my michael jackson t-shirt from yesterday. my leggings smell like gin&tonic because alice spilt it on me. i haven’t changed, though i’ve been home over two hours, but i’m about to go into the shower because this afternoon i think i am going to get some birthday presents for my sister - she is eighteen...
YES
JUST FOUND MY CAMERA CABLE, AFTER 1 WEEK OF SEARCHING!
red hot
there is so much snow here, so so much - i have been taking photographs of it all week but i cannot find my camera cable, it is the most frustrating thing ever! monday night i went to a party, we walked for a fair bit in the snow to get there, on the way home on tuesday morning we saw icicles on the cliff almost as big as i am! my mama’s car is snowed onto the drive, today it took papi, lyd...
been a son?
on the wall opposite my bed is a photograph of kurt cobain. the wind is making his hair blow across his face.
every time i look up i just want to brush that hair away from his eyes. then i remember that i can’t, because he’s dead.
a mere interlude
i am sitting on my bed. i can feel the soft brushed cotton of the bedsheets and the cold wall against my left thigh. i can see my entire room reflected in the window which is reflected in the mirror that i can see from my bed. the window is open, though it’s below freezing outside, and the clean smell of fresh snow is in my nostrils. it’s making my nostrils hurt a little, actually,...
