For the record, I have not abandoned this site.  My power was out for a week because I live in Michigan and it is gay.  Currently, I am trying to use as much electricity as possible to make up for the loss of the week.  I will be posting more today.  Have any questions for me, let me know.

This is not a how to sight.  I do hair professional so my advice would be to have your color done professionally.  I will tell you this, I have tried many many many colors and brands in my little lifetime.  I am an experimental girl.  Vibrant artistic colors are achieved by prelightening (bleaching) the hair first, then applying color.  When you see color swatches they are also on prelightened hair so do not expect to get similar results unless you are doing the same.  Everyone has their favorite and if you are experimenting, you will probably find yours as well.  I have tried all of the ones that are not considered professional use only and their results were not as beautiful as the other ones.  Don’t kid yourself or settle for some shitty product because you don’t want to spend money.  I’ve tried Rusk Scream, Paul Mitchell Inkworks, Joico colors, Wella Blondor Creative Colors, Jean Colors, they all produce similar results, kick ass color and instant attention.  Don’t expect any of them to last long.  These colors are semi permanent and they only last a few washes.  After that, they will be very faded.  I am not the type to go around with faded hair, so with these colors, I was washing my hair very VERY minimally (this is a must) using great products and doing my hair every two weeks.  It is extremely high maintenance.  If you are not prepared for that, don’t do it.  Any of these work great and though one may promise to last a little longer, it won’t.  It does not exist at this time because if it did, I would be using it.  As for the nature of the colors itself, I like the Inkworks.  The colors come out gorgeous.

Each day I wake up and know exactly what I am dealing with.  I am not unhappy being me.  Of course there are my dark insecurities that I try to keep at bay because I know they are insignificant, but at times they creep up and I begin to dwell.  Most of the time though, I feel pretty damn good.  Since I spend a lot of my time in an industry based on illusions and outward beauty, it is easy to notice all of the shortcomings that others believe they have.

Day after day I spend with girls of all ages and they each share just one thing in common… there is something physical about themselves that they hate.  One particular girl that is a real beauty, believes that she is fat.  When I hear her say this, I quickly look around to see if there is actually anyone standing around that is in fact obese.  If they were to hear her say this, they would probably think she has a serious problem, which maybe she does.  If she were to lose any weight she will almost disappear altogether.  Other girls are looking forward to saving up money to get breast implants.  Is there not something better to spend money on.  At 18 or 19, is this the largest goal for you?  Some girls get nose jobs at 16 years of age, like it is a right of passage.  I saw an 8 year old getting a highlight.  Something just does not seem right.

I love beauty and the industry.  It feels good when you know you look good or others are telling you that you are gorgeous.  It just seems like kids are starting out so young these days.  If I were 8 when I had my first highlight, I probably would not have any hair by now.  If I were 16 and had a nose job, it would probably just make me thing there could be other permanent improvements.  If I lost a lot of weight I would lose my curves that I believe are feminine and inviting.

Some days you just wake up and and know that it will be a day that you are not feeling like a goddess, but those are usually days where there are also internal conflicts.  It would be nice to see other girls appreciating themselves more and appreciating other females more.  Instead of being so harsh on ourselves, or other females, we could try a little kindness instead.

This week, check the gallery for new photos.  I am getting ready for post new ones of my current style of blond with black dimension.  Who doesn’t need a change once in a while ?

Have you ever witnessed someone doing something questionable in a public bathroom? Something that maybe you would only do at home, in your own bathroom, or something you would never think about doing in a bathroom? Well, I have. I see it every day and I have been noticing it for years. Things I have seen in the bathroom are both baffling and enlightening.

In public bathrooms, girls are known for traveling in teams right? When you are out for the night do you ever witness two girls going at the same time? Well, here are some of the things that are happening while behind closed doors. Make-up, potty, smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol, making out, making fun of the guys they are with, talking about the guys they want to be with, or talking about going home with the guy they just met, doing drugs, bitching about other girls exactly like them, one pisser and one stander/starer conversationalist, throwing up, eating food (yeah), doing the dirty. Yes, I have actually seen all of that. Personally one of the worst things that happened to me in the bathroom (get ready for the baffling) was at a bar that I went to all of the time. I was attempting to escape a jerk and also use the bathroom. I heard someone come in, but I assumed they were just standing there waiting (since there was only one stall), when I heard giggling and I looked up to see the jerks face hovering above the stall. He was actually standing on top of the sink to watch me. I stood up (because I had to pull my pants up) and kicked open the stall door, but he was standing in the way trying to kiss me. This is another reason girls travel in teams. It was an unpleasant experience to say the least- and most unpleasant a few years after the fact when I saw him working at a bar that I went to all of the time (when I was still on the drink) and had to relive the experience through awkward conversation. That was baffling.

And then there is enlightenment… I once sat in the same bathroom (when I was sober) as I did for the peeping tom experience and read the graffiti on the walls. Layers upon layers of things that made so much sense for a night- to never be understood again, or legible for that matter. Right before my eyes, in tiny little writing (it’s almost unbelievable that I noticed this) I saw “_____ ________ is a dick face predator.” I was actually sort of dating the dude at the time, but we were more or less just friends. It was enlightening because it was something that I could never get out of my mind and I knew if someone was passionate enough to write this on a bathroom wall, there must be something to it. It saved me some trouble because I imagined him to be riddled with std’s and a rapist wit, after that. It turns out that he doesn’t have std’s and he is not a predator or even a dick face, but he really pissed someone off and I do not like being that pissed.

Five days a week, seven hours a day, I am around females and see their bathroom behavior. Some are eating food, maybe a new way of multi-tasking. I can hear the sound of chips crunching and wrappers crinkling as I quickly try to make the best of the situation. People talk on cell phones, pick at their faces, paint their nails, sit and talk, talk about other people, toilet text message, and draw pictures of phallic symbols on the wall because what else would you do in a bathroom.

• I was born in later summer/early autumn and I was a little tiny kitten.
• My mom named me after a Hall and Oates song- insert barf sound here.
• When I was little, I had four alter egos… Linda Carter Wonder Woman (had to be the whole name), Cinderella, Evita and Hanna. There were periods of time when I would only answer to these names.
• I was a ballerina- tiny dancer
• I loved Jell-O Pudding Pops
• I can play the Oboe, Flute, Clarinet, a little bit of Trumpet and I know my way around a Piano. I can also sing, but I get embarrassed.
• I was a cheerleader
• I was the Homecoming Queen in High School, but I thought I had like two friends and my guy friends, the geek squad.
• I am a recovering alcoholic with three years of sober life.
• I love nerdy things.
• I love kewl things.
• I was once known as the “kissing bandit.”
• Music inspires my mood.
• My breasts are real, as well as my lips, and teeth.
• I just had scrambled eggs with cheese for dinner because I’m f-in punk.
• I’m either such a combination of everything that I mesh well with everyone, or I am in my own world and everything is superficial.
• Teachers once told my mother that I was very intelligent, but I seemed to be in my own world most of the time.
• I love animals and if I could have a farm I would start buying animals right now.
• I used to be an artist and I was really good at what I was doing, until my dad told me I had to choose something else to do because I could never make a living doing it.
• Now I am doing hair- a different form of the art I originally started many years ago.
• I have lived more than you- even if you are older than me.
• I have had the most amazing things happen to me and literally the lowest of the low.
• I was in the slammer.
• I may have squirted a cop with mustard before. That’s what you get for saying “nice tubes.” Moron.
• Super Mario Bros. is my all time favorite game. It doesn’t matter if something cool comes out in the future. Mario will still be my fave.

There are so many, but I will now take a break and get back to this another time. Fun Facts are cramping my brain.

That doesn’t mean that you should wear shorts when it is fifty degrees outside.  I really don’t understand this phenomenon.  It’s like this idea that people have that it is spring, therefore, shorts must be worn!  Don’t you have pants?  I was almost dressed in winter gear today.  Dude, just save them for when it is really nice out.  It will happen, just wait for it.

Work in progress… more picutes.  Check them out.

A few months back I witnessed someone playing Mass Effect (when it was new) and I was interested because it was a game I had never seen before.  For a minute, I was frozen as I watched the seemingly boring screen with good lighting and so so graphics.  I heard a lot of talking.  I heard a lot more talking and after that, there was more conversation.  Conversation about a girls sister having a bad relationship and having to punch some dude out (who the hell cares) and then lots of options of yes, no, maybe, and undecided type things.  I was waiting for boss levels, big fight scenes or some kind of a grand finale.  The person I saw playing this game (who will remain nameless) chose a female character.  At one point this female character came across another female character that happened to be a blue alien type thing.  They were in the middle of a conversation when out of nowhere the blue alien type thing “sensed an attraction” between the two of them and asked if the feeling was mutual.  The gamer sat and contemplated (pretending to the watchers that he wasn’t curious as to where this would lead) and then decided that Yes!  There was an attraction.  The entire situation was comical because it was so predictable.  Yeah yeah, you are supposed to form relationships or avoid them, making the game more difficult or real, but it is a game.  The blue alien thing isn’t real.  Neither is the other girl.  Don’t you just want to blow shit up?  What’s with all the conversation?  It is like a soap opera for gamers.  I know everyone likes a different style of game, but this is lame.  So sit there and play your game and wait for a blue alien to love you, it’s okay.  Leave the bullets for me.

I have added a new folder tonight with many photos.  Check em’ out.  I also added a couple of new ones into the pink folder.  I will be updating photos daily, so check back to see more.