Cleolinda everywhere

Miscellany:

I have tickets to Midnight Harry Potter! The Lovely Emily and I have done this for years now--maybe since Prisoner of Azkaban; certainly since Goblet of Fire, I can't remember. (I think GOF was the one where she nearly killed some photo-with-flash-taking kids in the row in front of us. With her knitting needles. And if she was knitting, it was probably November--rather than, say, summer--which would make it Goblet of Fire. Meeeeemorieeeeees...)

Got three tiny packages in the mail, one of them addressed to "Anna Dollerious." You are all very, very strange people, and I love you.

(What was in one of them:)



(Actually, I think Anna's package may have saved my ass, because it'll give me a better way to keep her "onstage," as it were, even though I will have to keep the contents secret for a while. There's only so many balls I can juggle at once, people.)

(Also, and I am telling you just this so you'll keep an eye out for it, next week we will have a Very Important, Long-Awaited Shelfian Event. It won't be tomorrow's entry, but rather, the installment after that one.)

More jaw-clenching. Lovely. Also, with all the drizzliness, I think it may be time to test out that full-spectrum lamp. Except that by the time I decided this, it got sunny again. Go me.

As for my hair--I'm not saying it's completely healed or anything. I mean, hair is not a living thing; you can't really "repair" it. I was thinking more in terms of the beauty equivalent of, say, fabric softener--something to help the tangles and the breakage before it got any worse. So, first thing I did was ( Read more... )

And finally: Ice Cream Deathmatch is still under way!

Have just made an horrific discovery re: the honorary society in my previous entry ("I've just been asked to join STD?").

Have also done hair differently today. It's curly and shoulder-length, so usually I let it air-dry, spray it up a little, and blow-dry it for a couple of minutes. Today I sprayed it when I first got out of the shower, just for kicks, and... now I have Huge Hair. El pelo gigantesco. The Hair That Ate Cheboygan. I'm talking Roseanne Roseannadanna here. It enters the room before I do, and drifts around my head like a particularly enthusiastic cloud. It's awesome. I haven't had hair this fun since Della gave me Tamora, Queen of the Goths hair. (No, really, she did--combine that picture with the braids/twists in this one, and you've got it. I looked like a Rastafarian stegosaurus. If it hadn't hurt like hell, it would have been the most awesome hair I have ever had. I have a picture of it that I'll have to dig up.)

So. Me and the cheveux aux nuages are going to Grandma's this afternoon for the Happy Mommy Birthday Roulage. Actually, it's both Mommy's and Aunt Awesome's birthday, or was on Wednesday--they were born exactly five years apart. It's freakish. And not only that, but my sister and I were born seven years and three days apart. And Vladimir's Mommy and the Lovely Emily's Mommy both have the same birthday as my mother and aunt. February 18 is like this freakish nexus of mommy birthdays.

Shit, are the Screen Actors Guild Awards tonight? I am horribly behind on awards season.