Try to look at this without saying "Aww"
Tuesday, 19 June 2012
Connor's Hair
That's right folks!
Another update, about Connor's creepily perfect hair!
There is no way you do that in two minutes: NO FREAKING WAY!
Do you have like... insane hair glue? Is that how it works?
It looks so freaking soft, even after how much you should have fried it when you bleached the crap out of it.
What is this mischief?
A lack of dead ends, and I do say... I don't think the wind affects it at all. Craziness!
I am so freaking jealous, and then you have to go and say: "It only takes me two minutes!"
I scream lies!
There must be some lengthy process! Some crazy secret. Do you use unicorn blood or something?
If so: Where the hell did you find it?
Black market? Under the wizarding supplies section or something?
Gimme a hint okay?
Its not fair, boy!
Share your secrets!
Think of it!
A world, where everyone has beautiful, manageable hair!
The perfect world.
Another update, about Connor's creepily perfect hair!
There is no way you do that in two minutes: NO FREAKING WAY!
Do you have like... insane hair glue? Is that how it works?
It looks so freaking soft, even after how much you should have fried it when you bleached the crap out of it.
What is this mischief?
A lack of dead ends, and I do say... I don't think the wind affects it at all. Craziness!
I am so freaking jealous, and then you have to go and say: "It only takes me two minutes!"
I scream lies!There must be some lengthy process! Some crazy secret. Do you use unicorn blood or something?
If so: Where the hell did you find it?
Black market? Under the wizarding supplies section or something?
Gimme a hint okay? Its not fair, boy!
Share your secrets!
Think of it!
A world, where everyone has beautiful, manageable hair!
The perfect world.
As Highschool Comes to an End- Reflecting
I have been waiting for this day for four long years now.
I have fought many battles, I have lost some, and won some.
Looking back, I have changed so much.
In grade 9, I was an awkward turtle, bundled up in layers upon layers of clothes that didn't fit me. Desperate to hide my body. I was terrified, I couldn't keep eye contact without feeling nervous, let alone holding up a conversation with a stranger.
By grade 10 I had become what my friends wanted me to become. I had become something I had absolutely despised. I was nothing more than some pathetic, immature, twit. With makeup caked on, and hair dyed anything but my natural colour.
Grade 11, yet again, there was a drastic change. I began to back away from the people I had grown to despise. I had a friend that made me feel okay about myself, and I lightened up the makeup. I compulsively cut my hair, and let the colour fade.
For the first time, in such a long time, while being around people I adored, I began to like myself. So I turned my back on those that hurt me, and I was free.
I figured out there was nothing wrong with me, I'm kind of a cool kid, if I do say so myself.
In grade 12, my final transformation occurred because of the loss of someone I cared for. Eventually, I gave up. It got to the point, where I didn't want to like anyone, I didn't want to care and I didn't want to waste my time. I started working a lot, and became very detached from the people around me. I denied affection, and avoided situations that would involve feeling.
So in turn, people got mad. People walked away from me.
So here I am, sitting in a semi-comfortable chair.
Around some new people.
I can't wait for next year.
I'm finally free.
I have fought many battles, I have lost some, and won some.
Looking back, I have changed so much.
In grade 9, I was an awkward turtle, bundled up in layers upon layers of clothes that didn't fit me. Desperate to hide my body. I was terrified, I couldn't keep eye contact without feeling nervous, let alone holding up a conversation with a stranger.
By grade 10 I had become what my friends wanted me to become. I had become something I had absolutely despised. I was nothing more than some pathetic, immature, twit. With makeup caked on, and hair dyed anything but my natural colour.
Grade 11, yet again, there was a drastic change. I began to back away from the people I had grown to despise. I had a friend that made me feel okay about myself, and I lightened up the makeup. I compulsively cut my hair, and let the colour fade.
For the first time, in such a long time, while being around people I adored, I began to like myself. So I turned my back on those that hurt me, and I was free.
I figured out there was nothing wrong with me, I'm kind of a cool kid, if I do say so myself.
In grade 12, my final transformation occurred because of the loss of someone I cared for. Eventually, I gave up. It got to the point, where I didn't want to like anyone, I didn't want to care and I didn't want to waste my time. I started working a lot, and became very detached from the people around me. I denied affection, and avoided situations that would involve feeling.
So in turn, people got mad. People walked away from me.
So here I am, sitting in a semi-comfortable chair.
Around some new people.
I can't wait for next year.
I'm finally free.
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