I am in desperate need of some new running shoes. Well not desperate, but running shoes have a life, and well mine are long gone dead. I haven't completely worn them out but, anyways, it doesn't matter. I need new running shoes.
I found (thanks to my brother-in-law, Chris) a great website that has running shoes discounted, or so they say. It's onlineshoes.com They have a wide selection and multiple colors, sizes to choose from, etc. However I am at a loss for words at how hideously colored and designed these shoes are. I wear Asics, specifically Asics Gel Nimbus cause I've found they work well with me and my retarded way of running...BUT all their selection and even the selection on Asics.com are so amazingly disgusting. One pair's red and looks like spiderman attached itself to it, others are periwinkle and lightening blue. So disgusting.
So I thought perhaps Nike.com would have some cools shoes cause I liked how the original shocks looked and they are usually hip. Well boy did I find a winner of a shoe. Below is the link to the shoes cause I'm pretty sure they're on the list to be purchased. I am indeed a lover not a fighter and I want everyone to know that by plastering a freaking heart on the top of my shoe. Really NIKE? really.
http://store.nike.com/index.jsp?sitesrc=USLP&country=US&lang_locale=en_US#l=shop,pdp,ctr-inline/cid-1/pid-195973
Anyways, I think I found some Asics (Asics Gel-Kayano) that will hopefully not look to too hideous as I run around and I pray they will be just as comfortable as my last Asics.
January 21, 2009
January 12, 2009
Nightmare
So I got my hair cut and colored about a month ago, and what a disaster it turned out to be. She put caramel/orange highlights through-out my whole head and cut extremely short bangs. I cried and screamed on the way home; yelled at my roommate for thinking it looked slightly okay, went to The Pie for some therapy food (mmm cheesy pull-aparts), asked the strange guy at the cash register what he thought of my hair (he said it didn't look bad...I think he was being generous), came home and went to bed.
The next morning I had to dreadfully go to work. I wore a hood the whole morning and was speechless when people asked my thoughts on my 'do. By 9:00 I had Cara (my hairdresser) on the phone explaining how much I hated the color and how she needed to fix it (an all over dark brown). I'd have to live with the bangs and hope upon hopes that my hair'd grow faster than usual.
Well, I've gotten more compliments about this hair cut, specifically the bangs, than I've ever received before. They say the cut looks good on me, blah blah blah, and I graciously tell them I hate it but thank you. And the color hasn't turned out to too bad but whatever. I do appreciate everyone's compliments that the cut does indeed look okay...everyone's too sweet!
...turns out, as she was finishing up styling my hair (the second go 'round), she confessed that the highlights didn't turn out like she had planned, was a little lighter than she had expected and was sorry. ha Thanks for the apology. Nevertheless, I have learned to never tell my hairdresser to "make my hair look like that girls hair in that movie" cause it will undoubtedly end up being a disaster (well not what I had pictured). And I will go back to Cara cause she really is a great stylist.
However! I have a reoccurring dream that I wake up and my hair is blonde. The highlights she initially installed are slowly fading into a not-so discreet (I see them) light brown/blondish and I think subconsciously when I go to bed at night I worry that I will indeed wake up to be blonde. People that know me, know that I would never go that route; I try and go as dark as possible without looking like I worship the devil. I haven't had that dream for about a week now, but that's probably because I've been sick and don't have any brain power to conjure up such nonsensical dreams.
I leave you with the words of my mother, "you look really good, the cut is sassy!" ha
The next morning I had to dreadfully go to work. I wore a hood the whole morning and was speechless when people asked my thoughts on my 'do. By 9:00 I had Cara (my hairdresser) on the phone explaining how much I hated the color and how she needed to fix it (an all over dark brown). I'd have to live with the bangs and hope upon hopes that my hair'd grow faster than usual.
Well, I've gotten more compliments about this hair cut, specifically the bangs, than I've ever received before. They say the cut looks good on me, blah blah blah, and I graciously tell them I hate it but thank you. And the color hasn't turned out to too bad but whatever. I do appreciate everyone's compliments that the cut does indeed look okay...everyone's too sweet!
...turns out, as she was finishing up styling my hair (the second go 'round), she confessed that the highlights didn't turn out like she had planned, was a little lighter than she had expected and was sorry. ha Thanks for the apology. Nevertheless, I have learned to never tell my hairdresser to "make my hair look like that girls hair in that movie" cause it will undoubtedly end up being a disaster (well not what I had pictured). And I will go back to Cara cause she really is a great stylist.
However! I have a reoccurring dream that I wake up and my hair is blonde. The highlights she initially installed are slowly fading into a not-so discreet (I see them) light brown/blondish and I think subconsciously when I go to bed at night I worry that I will indeed wake up to be blonde. People that know me, know that I would never go that route; I try and go as dark as possible without looking like I worship the devil. I haven't had that dream for about a week now, but that's probably because I've been sick and don't have any brain power to conjure up such nonsensical dreams.
I leave you with the words of my mother, "you look really good, the cut is sassy!" ha
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