15 February 2007


I'm pretty mad that upgrading to the new blogger basically jacked my old template. Because I loved it. But I couldn't even read my blog from my computer and while it still looked ok from some computers, some people couldn't even see it. So I went to one of their crappy default templates until I have time to sit down and look at the code and fix my old template and force blogger to recognize it, which will probably be never because I've barely got time for basic hygiene right now. And I can't seem to find any way to contact blogger with questions and concerns. And it might just be hormones but I'm pretty peeved about all the ways I've been forced into change lately.

Like how I was desperate to get my hair trimmed, so I entrusted my luscious locks to someone I don't know very well... and it ended very badly. Even though I've been debating whether to really cut my hair for some time now, I only asked for a one inch trim and some simple layers. I was going to cut it in stages. After traumatically losing 4-ish, maybe more like 5 inches from my hair and crying all the way home from school and nearly calling in to work because I felt like I'd been in a car accident, I realize that I really didn't want to cut my hair or do anything drastic. But now it's too late. Now I really keep my hair in a bun all the time. I don't wear it down because if I catch a glimpse in the mirror, I get really really pissed off. Because not only did I lose too much hair, I got a BAD haircut. And it just reiterates my belief that no one should ever get their hair cut in this state because I've only had bad experiences. So I'm basically effed since I want to get it fixed and fixing it will mean cutting a lot more off. So I'm probably going to have to bite the bullet and cut it above my shoulders if I want it to look halfway decent. Dammit!!!! I wasn't ready for this! So as soon as I graduate, I'm going to have to move somewhere else if I want to do good hair.

Ok, enough with the venting. Just don't ask me to make any more changes.


Kimberly said...

Sorry about your hair. There is nothing more annoying than a bad haircut, except maybe a bad haircut with bad highlights. I hope you can get it fixed.

So, how did the blind date go? You've got to tell us about that.

Nessa said...

Thanks. He never called. No blind date.

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