Thursday, September 2, 2010

Extreme Makeover: Boredom Edition

Maybe "extreme" is a little...extreme (sorry, I couldn't resist).  I'm not scheduling any appointments with the plastic surgeon (that would require money and not caring about the possibility of waking up to find that I look like Heidi Montag) and I'm not thinking of attempting to rock the bald look, a la Britney Spears (back in her hot mess days) or Sinead O'Connor...my head is too big for that (literally, I have a huge head).  Just a tiny tweak...



I won't lie, more than once I've thought of going all in and dying my hair blonde.  Lindsay Lohan did it, Nicole Kidman did it, why can't I?


Living in LA for four years definitely left me with an even bigger complex about my hair than I had before I moved.  The second I even say the word "blonde" to anyone though, I'm met with horrified gasps and a chorus of, "But you're hair is so unique!  Why would you want to change it?!"

That word makes me cringe the second I hear it.  You know what else is unique?  Having six fingers on each hand instead of five.  To me, unique has always just been another word for "weird."  Add to the fact that I've been teased mercilessly about it since I was in elementary school and you can begin to see why I don't wake up every morning, look in the mirror and exclaim, "I'm so lucky to be so damn unique!"

So the red stays.  Baby steps I guess.  I went to Target and bought some liquid eyeliner and I'm going to attempt to teach myself how to put it on without 1) permanently blinding myself and 2) looking like a hooker.  Yes, I'm a 27 year old girl that has yet to learn how to properly put on eyeliner.  How this happened, especially after living in a sorority house for two years, I don't know.  Conveniently, one of the blogs I follow posted a step-by-step guide on the topic, so I'm going to attempt to see if I can keep my hand steady long enough to be successful...

...I know myself though, so I also stocked up on eye makeup remover.  Lessens the chance of looking like I was on the receiving end of a vicious beating...

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