i need a “girlfriend” to teach me how to self-french braid. like, really badly.
i don’t know why i can’t do it to myself, i can do them in general…
i’ll trade you tutorial on fishtail braids – i mastered them shits when i was 11! o.O
peeze?
any takers?
i think i’m too dyselxic (lol, yeah i just typed that) to attempt learning to french braid my own hair.
but i’m gonna try.
so here’s the purple hair that i worked so hard to get on friday… stupid bleaching… dying… blah.
i’m blogging in the middle of a ranger game, what a dumb idea. i’m very distracted and have nothing to say because of it. haha, so unfocused.
oh i’ll update later…
yes, yesssssssssssssss – come to me dubey…<3
i went with frankie to get it, his cousin (bert krak) does tattoo’s for a spot near my house – and @ smith street tattoo a couple of days a week… i love it, i’ve been meaning to get a 4 leaf clover since my sister did a few years ago – and going to that dropkick show a few weeks ago, got me fiending too – there were celtic tattoos and shamrock tattoo’s EVERYWHERE. (drool!)
apparently, it was bert’s 3rd shamrock tattoo in three consecutive days. so hopefully it’s super lucky! (third time’s a charm he said)
haha, i love the fact that my co-worker introduces me as “the girl with the coolest hair, ever”.
secret, private section of the LIRR.
ROMANTIC!
tonight was odd, yet fun. me and soph went to go support/watch yak ballz (& nick hook) @ some pub in midtown… met up with my buddy frankie… strangest show ever. or combination of performers, rather… le yak has got some great stage presence… had a good time.
i didn’t take any pictures, but frankie did.
frankie is still out, so i have nothing to share with this online world of mine….
i’m just baffled… seriously?…
don’t fucking text me or call me to hang out IF YOU’RE NOT GOING TO FUCKING PICK UP THE PHONE. i don’t get it. why bother even contacting me? yo, just leave me the fuck alone then. move along… it’s a must, let’s call the whole thing OFF.
oh yeah, and fuck straight hair. it’s SO fucking BORING.
until shit is down to my waist again, curly it is!
and i’m gonna punch that bitch from supercuts in the face if i ever see her again for cutting layers into my hair in the front. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
i have so many damn things to do and no time today.
at least i got the brows waxed last night.
laundry – i have a huge bag full.
(since my washing machine is STILL broken, i’m going to the laundromat – and it sucks.)
my hair – needs to be dyed. TONIGHT.
missy’s all booked up tonight, ally’s M.I.A., i wanna ask jennifunkayyy but i think she’s bartending… and vezza’s phone is out of service?
guess i’m gonna have to bleach/dye myself. – scurry! lol
have to find some zippers for an idea i have for clothing…
gonna make myself millions, lol :X or maybe not…
then i have to sew some shit up.
gotta hit target.
gotta clean my room.
i got no time! 
i’m so disappointed in myself, grow some balls jess.
just do it.
anyways. i just got back from target, worst place to go on a sunday. i had to return a bra that was too small for me… wound up getting some undies to match and otherwise and found a cute argyle sweater… argyle is my steeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze! i’m in love with it… my constant tribute to the souls<3 and then i got some starbuckles and came home.
i’ve gotta go get my nails did. not sure what colour. i’m thinking of a thanksgiving-ish colour choice… dark orange or a brown of some sort… i’m also thinking of doing that to my hair. i want some shiny ass copper in there, blue/purple can wait for spring. maybe i’ll do green/red for christmas time 
okay okay i’m going to go do my nails.
