La Diosa: Well, pink & black striped. Technically, I guess it's more of a magenta now that I've washed it with freshly-dyed-black items. But it used to be dark pink.

KNS: Shampoos, yes. Conditioners, no. But since I have 2 Herbal Essences conditioners, I may as well use them rather than let them go to waste. So I'm combining them with my usual Pantene. I do blend pretty much everything else - shampoos, bodywashes, facewashes, leave-in conditioners, etc. I'm quite the mad scientist.

Of course I've heard of Gothic Lolita. That's funny. While I do admire much of the Japanese goth fashions, I don't follow them...and I never wear short skirts. The top is pretty cute though.
    My style is generally pretty caj~ with the classic elements of punk, Beat, Victorian, deathrock, etc. but not in excess. Mature goths tend to save the fashion extremes for clubs, events and the stage.

Hair: Felt the need for a good cleaning today, so I did a WCC with an ACV rinse after the wash. My hair smelled like cooooconuts afterwards, thanks to both conditioners.
    Leave-ins were the same: Suave Kids spray conditioner on the length and ELOO on the ends. My hair gets along better with ELOO than with her heavier, more potent sister.

Style wise, I decided to try something new and went with a looped ponytail (oh dear God!) with the ends wrapped loosely around the hairtie and the sides of the loop pinned up. I found a tutorial for it online from yet another "celebrity stylist" and decided to give it a go. It's alright...nothing spectacular.

Etc.: My cousin is having a casino party at her house for her 18th tomorrow. Both my father and hers will be part of the live band. Yes, my uncle is a drummer. Music is all over this family.
    Anyway, I now have a new, autumnal manicure for the festivities. Deep plum with a metallic cordovan finish. Pretty striking against fair skin. Eat your heart out, OPI.

Anyway, as for now, I'm headed to a local casino with the 'rents, my grandpa and his girlfriend.

And the lesson for today, kids: do not attempt your wicked air guitar spins in the shower!

Cheers!


I've lost and I've gained and while I was thinking
You cut off my hands when I wanted to twist
If you know how to dance to Boney Maroney
He's doing the ballet on both of his wrists
      
      -Echo & the Bunnymen, My Kingdom

Is it December yet?

No new job leads to speak of, but I'm growing weary of life on the dole. *sigh*

Hair routine was the same as yesterday's. Nothing to report there, though I did have to mix up a new shampoo blend this morning. Half Pantene Ice Shine, half Bath & Body Works moisturizing shampoo in the mango mandarin scent.

When I've finally exhausted the last drop of my shampoo supply (say 50 years from now), I'd like to try using a 2-in-1 instead, perhaps in place of the CW in the CWC. It would save time & money if it worked.

What else, what else? My father is having a meeting with the rhythm section of his band tonight, so all sorts of strange noises are coming out of that end of the house.
    At one point, I overheard him talking about my voice with the guys and couldn't help but listen in a bit. He raved that I was "great" and "pitch perfect," but also said that I "hated to sing."

Correction: I love to sing...just not in front of people.

So last night, I ended up driving to the coast in the dark with Willie Nelson's Stardust album spinning in the CD player. It would have been a more serene experience had I not been so worried about frying the engine as my car is behind on regular maintenance and low on oil. Such is life on the dole.

But all of that was temporarily forgotten once I'd reached the shore. There isn't much electric light by the water, so you're more or less immersed in a sort of dark, salty, swirling, surreal kind of atmosphere. Like walking through a Lassen painting. The sea, the sky, the stars, the clouds...the beach at night is the most beautiful thing in the world. It's moments like this that make me truly grateful to live where I do.

Most of the shops and galleries in the area were closed when I got there, so I went to Starbucks and meandered a bit. Didn't get any writing done, but the white mocha and vanilla scones were pretty darn good...and it was a huge relief to get out of the house for awhile.

Sinatra on the way back. I sang along - been awhile since I stretched out the lower range of the ol' chords. Ended up at Walmart. I hate Walmart with passionate conviction, but I survive (not live, mind you) on unemployment for the time being and was in need of a few trifles before heading home. It was difficult to resist the glitter mascaras and dark lip glosses, but somehow, I managed.

Crashed early last night, but was awakened at ungodly hours with shooting pains from my neck straight into my brain, or at least that's how it seemed. Gosh darn these firm pillows! So I got up and took a few generic Tylenol. Just as I was beginning to doze off again, my sister's boyfriend's alarm went off...twice...and he was up getting ready for work.
Sigh.

Late start this morning, but I've exercised and made my bed. At the moment, I'm sitting here typing this entry and trying to figure out why AOL Radio is playing Bela Lugosi's Dead on an '80's station when the song came out in 1979.

Hair-wise, it's the usual routine whenever I finally get around to taking a shower. CWC with my fruit-infused Pantene stuff, Suave Kids leave-in conditioner on the length, ELOO on the ends. Style will depend on what I'm wearing, and that will depend on the weather, of course.

Undead, undead, undead...
Yeah, guess that's all for today. Peace.