Wah wah wah, the usual, wah wah.
Dec. 21st, 2008 09:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladymirthI owe somebody a review of The Princess Bride, which is rather overdue by now (sorry, Paul!) but won't be going up till Tuesday. One of my friends is coming over to watch it with me tomorrow, and I'm sure the commentary will be doubly interesting then, so I'm saving it to post for later.
I did great battle with the invading forces of Dust Bunny yesterday, head cold notwithstanding. Today, I have slain the dust bunnies and reclaimed my room but am left with an even beastlier cold. Therefore, today I view the world and all things in it with a baleful and misanthropic eye. Piffle, Bah Humbug.
Also, I is depressionated again. Joy.
This is truly a fix. I am most certainly not going back on meds again - that method has been tried, tested and failed. I put off going to gym because I've been so busy with school work since I got out of hospital, and now that school's over, I am back to square one with sinusitis and tendonitis in my left leg, so I can't go to the gym before I get meds for that. Again. My counsellor has gone abroad on holiday. It would help to primp myself up a bit and get out of the house everyday, only, I am too dead broke to get around town and my salon closed down (hopefully temporarily) because of a fire that broke out in their building, two days after my finals ended.
I kid you not. Luckily, no one was hurt, and they are a part of a famous chain of beauty parlors, so the emplyees will probably be relocated post-haste. But until they do, I don't have a salon! It takes a while to find a beautician whom you can trust and who knows what you like. You need to know that if you're shelling out a quarter of your allowance to get hot wax lathered over your skin and your body hair ripped painfully out from the roots, they're going to do the job right and leave your legs feeling like silk and not sandpaper. You need to know that you aren't going to shell out 2000/= for a hair cut and have your hair hang around you in rat's tails after a shower. You need to know that your beautician knows the difference between shaping eyebrows and destroying them.
For a woman, finding the right saloon involves a lot of trial and error. And when you've finally found the right one and you rely on your regular people to know just what you like, and you've been frequenting the place for two years and THEN IT ALL GOES UP IN SMOKE JUST WHEN YOU REALLY NEED A BIT OF PAMPERING WTF, well, it kinda pisses you the hell off.
Argh, argh, argh, argh, argh.
Excuse me while I sit in this corner here and keep Ebenezer Scrooge company for a while.
I did great battle with the invading forces of Dust Bunny yesterday, head cold notwithstanding. Today, I have slain the dust bunnies and reclaimed my room but am left with an even beastlier cold. Therefore, today I view the world and all things in it with a baleful and misanthropic eye. Piffle, Bah Humbug.
Also, I is depressionated again. Joy.
This is truly a fix. I am most certainly not going back on meds again - that method has been tried, tested and failed. I put off going to gym because I've been so busy with school work since I got out of hospital, and now that school's over, I am back to square one with sinusitis and tendonitis in my left leg, so I can't go to the gym before I get meds for that. Again. My counsellor has gone abroad on holiday. It would help to primp myself up a bit and get out of the house everyday, only, I am too dead broke to get around town and my salon closed down (hopefully temporarily) because of a fire that broke out in their building, two days after my finals ended.
I kid you not. Luckily, no one was hurt, and they are a part of a famous chain of beauty parlors, so the emplyees will probably be relocated post-haste. But until they do, I don't have a salon! It takes a while to find a beautician whom you can trust and who knows what you like. You need to know that if you're shelling out a quarter of your allowance to get hot wax lathered over your skin and your body hair ripped painfully out from the roots, they're going to do the job right and leave your legs feeling like silk and not sandpaper. You need to know that you aren't going to shell out 2000/= for a hair cut and have your hair hang around you in rat's tails after a shower. You need to know that your beautician knows the difference between shaping eyebrows and destroying them.
For a woman, finding the right saloon involves a lot of trial and error. And when you've finally found the right one and you rely on your regular people to know just what you like, and you've been frequenting the place for two years and THEN IT ALL GOES UP IN SMOKE JUST WHEN YOU REALLY NEED A BIT OF PAMPERING WTF, well, it kinda pisses you the hell off.
Argh, argh, argh, argh, argh.
Excuse me while I sit in this corner here and keep Ebenezer Scrooge company for a while.
