One morning I went into my bathroom to find this big black lizard (always want to spell that with 2 Z's... I blame the surf brand Lizzard!!) in my bath... I tried to get it out (with a screwed up nose and a towel over my hand)...but it was too slippery and it kept eluding me! So I just left it, and was glad to find it gone when I came to shower in the evening.
So I was innocently washing my hair when I feel this unidentified thing scuttle up my leg, at which I screamed like a psycho woman, jumped out of the shower with such force that, had I been older, I would have definately been at a risk of dislocating my hip in the process, and simulataneously burst into tears!
The above mentioned lizard had hidden itself down my plug hole and having found itself close to drowning in my shampoo water, had decided to launch itself out of its cosy hiding place, and attack me.
My friend who was in my room thought it was so hysterical that I even started laughing!
Monday, 08 October 2007
Tuesday, 14 August 2007
Rapunzel rapunzel...wax off that hair!!!
Why does every girl hate her hair? The only girl I have ever met who actually liked hers was this strange creature at my school who had major issues...anorexia and self-harming being 2 of them... but besides her, most females want what they dont have.
I think I have reason to grumble about mine... and thats not just the hair on the top of my head, because I seem to have been blessed with an ample supply of it all over the place. The continual struggle of getting rid of the results of my over-producing follicles, is an expensive and painful one.
A short while ago, I spent a total of R1460 in one weekend...all on HAIR!!! Firstly I sat in a hairdressers for 4 hours having my hair chemically straightened (wouldnt recommend it...it hasnt worked the greatest and I still have to go through the total shlep of using my straightners!)... then I went to my lazer clinic for my second bout of underarm lazer treatment (of which I will need about 6 of and then I shall never have to shave under my arms again yaaaayyy!!) and then I went to my usual beautician...for my leg wax, and then off to a separate one for... a brazillian wax (Im sure most of us know what these are by now?!)
The reason I go to separate beauticians for the waxes, is because I feel too blind going to my usual lady, who I am only used to seeing my pins. I know her well now, and I can suddenly expose myself to her!!
So I go to another place... but believe me, it is slightly a nerve wracking experience baring it all to some stranger who is about to inflict some major pain on you... I have only braved having it done 3 times, and I don't know if this has anything to do with me, but every time I call to book an appointment, the girl who did it the last time, has left for England for the next 2 years!! then I have to go through the awkward process again of having someone totally new!!
Maybe with all this waxing and tweezing and lazer-ing that we women have to put ourselves through, one day humans will be born hair-less, because I dont see the day that it would be acceptable for girls to go around with hairy armpits and unplucked eyebrows!!
I think I have reason to grumble about mine... and thats not just the hair on the top of my head, because I seem to have been blessed with an ample supply of it all over the place. The continual struggle of getting rid of the results of my over-producing follicles, is an expensive and painful one.
A short while ago, I spent a total of R1460 in one weekend...all on HAIR!!! Firstly I sat in a hairdressers for 4 hours having my hair chemically straightened (wouldnt recommend it...it hasnt worked the greatest and I still have to go through the total shlep of using my straightners!)... then I went to my lazer clinic for my second bout of underarm lazer treatment (of which I will need about 6 of and then I shall never have to shave under my arms again yaaaayyy!!) and then I went to my usual beautician...for my leg wax, and then off to a separate one for... a brazillian wax (Im sure most of us know what these are by now?!)
The reason I go to separate beauticians for the waxes, is because I feel too blind going to my usual lady, who I am only used to seeing my pins. I know her well now, and I can suddenly expose myself to her!!
So I go to another place... but believe me, it is slightly a nerve wracking experience baring it all to some stranger who is about to inflict some major pain on you... I have only braved having it done 3 times, and I don't know if this has anything to do with me, but every time I call to book an appointment, the girl who did it the last time, has left for England for the next 2 years!! then I have to go through the awkward process again of having someone totally new!!
Maybe with all this waxing and tweezing and lazer-ing that we women have to put ourselves through, one day humans will be born hair-less, because I dont see the day that it would be acceptable for girls to go around with hairy armpits and unplucked eyebrows!!
Friday, 15 June 2007
whats in a name...
My name means 'expensive' in Spanish...and it definately does justice to my character, because I am very skilled indeed at spending money (at least its all my own though, since I slaved away washing grannies, taking them to the loo, and cooking for them for 2 years before I started my varsity career)
This is the first blog Ive ever created...its actually a favour for a friend, and i thought writing about what a mission it sometimes is to be a female, and how way more it costs to be one than a guy, might make for some interesting (??) if not amusing reading.
This is the first blog Ive ever created...its actually a favour for a friend, and i thought writing about what a mission it sometimes is to be a female, and how way more it costs to be one than a guy, might make for some interesting (??) if not amusing reading.
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