Hoorah for Hamazing Hairdressers!!

Hey, llamas!!

So, I realise 'hamazing' isn't a word but I was going for alliteration.  If you remember reading my cautionary tale, this is the ending(?) of that tale.  I think.  Well, it's more of an update.

I spent nine days with my hair in some form of a plait, whether it be pigtails or a slicked back power pony.  I barely brushed it, I DEFINITELY didn't wash it and I slathered it in coconut oil (it cures cancer too!! (not really - please don't try that)).  And finally, after all this time (always (Harry Potter reference anyone)), I finally got it cut.

BEFORE (THE Hair Disaster - as it shall now be known):

AFTER (THE Hair Disaster):

AFTER (THE haircut from an amazing hairdresser):

Emily (my hairdresser) is AAAHHHHMMAAAAAZZZZZIIIINNNNNGGGGG.  She rights all wrongs.  She is my saviour.  I also have a bit of hero worship going on because she manages to do all sorts of miracles on my hair.  She's been our hairdresser for the better part of six years and she gets us.  That sounds cringy.  It's not.  I promise.  BUT.  She does always know what looks good on us, what kind of style we like, and what colours we prefer in our hair.  Like I said, she's awesome.  Well, I said she was amazing.  You get it.

Anyway, that's all from me!!

Shenaya xx

P.S. Please ignore my face in the first "after THE Hair Disaster" picture.
P.P.S. My hair is not naturally curly - it's dead straight.  Straighter than Donald Trump. (Damn ASSHOLE (to be read as A-S-S not A-R-S-E))

Random Thought #4

Hola, llamas!!

SO.  It's been a while since I last wrote a Random Thought, and I guess I decided it was time for another one.

I was rereading my very first posts on this blog - waaaaayyyyy back in August 2015 - and I realised that my writing style had not only changed, but, I could've sworn my posts have gotten even more boring.  I mean, I didn't think that was possible.

Anyway, I guess this is me trying to get back to the writing style I used when I first started.  That odd, kinda sarcastic, idiot way.

When I first started blogging, I did it for me.  A place that I could just vent.  And I don't know if it's that place anymore.  I mean, when was the last time that I just wrote anything personal on here?  Because to me, it feels like I haven't in a really long time.  Maybe it's because I've changed as a person (I'd like to think I've grown (not physically - I'm still a 5'3" short ass)) or maybe my circumstances have made me more wary of saying anything personal in the case that it gets used against me.  Or maybe the things I want to vent about can't be written on here because they're about some of my readers.  I don't know.  All I know is that this blog has changed from what it was to what it is now.  And I don't know if that's a good thing.

The thing about these random thoughts is that often, they're not really thought out and they're half formed, and don't really make sense to anyone.  Which means you guys get a half thought out, abrupt post, and I kinda just confuse myself.  Honestly, I had no idea where I was going with this post - like I used to say; I let my fingers lead me.  But, if there's one thing I've figured out, it's that I was always - and still am - choosing my words extremely carefully.  I never wanted to be that controversial person or have something come back to bite me in the butt with a future employer.  I never wanted to offend anyone.  And I guess to a certain extent, that's still true.

A lot of my views about life can contradict each other hugely, and I guess sometimes, that makes me a hypocrite but I'm a firm believer in outcomes.  Yup, you read that right.  Outcomes.  Sometimes, I like to believe that the fates and whatever god(s) you believe in are the one's that choose what happens in life, and sometimes, I believe in the butterfly effect - a butterfly's single flap of their wings can cause a hurricane on the other side of the world.  They contradict each other.  One is blind faith, and one is science.  Two methods for explaining something that I don't really think can be explained.  A rivalry as old as time; religion vs science.

I guess what I'm trying to say is what changed the outcome of this blog?  Was it the fates and God deciding that by using this place as a safe place to blog, I'd unwittingly changed some part of my future outcome?  Or was it one person across the globe who did something as innocent as wake up late, causing a series of events to happen?  What made my writing style and the things I write about, change? What caused my blog to go from being somewhere I could vent to somewhere that I just update you on my life?  Quite frankly, I don't know.

See, I keep saying that this blog was somewhere for me to vent, but I also wanted to make it this little ray of sunshine in a world that is getting increasingly dark, and I don't really think that I accomplished that either.  I mean, when was the last time I made you guys smile?  Or laugh out loud?

This post probably won't make you laugh, or probably won't even make you smile.  And if it does, you have a weird sense of humour - and that's coming from a 19 year old girl with a tween boy's sense of humour...

Shenaya xx

P.S.  Here's a pic of Raffi on a recent walk.

Big Bleach Blunder

Hey there, llamas!!

So, long time, no see (read? hear? talk?).  I'm super sorry that I haven't been keeping you updated on the trials and tribulations of my oh so boring life, but, I've been super busy - assignments due, dogs to be occupied, jobs to be found, sleep to be had....

BUT.  I NOW HAVE A CAUTIONARY TALE FOR YOU.

Okay.  Most of you have figured out or know that I dye my hair.  That's not to say I don't like my natural hair colour, I love it, but, I find that dying my hair is another form of self expression and art.  So, I colour my hair the most outrageous colours that it'll take - for those of you who don't dye your hair, your hair will only take certain colours well - others will damage it or you'll need a stronger peroxide which could damage your hair.

And if you have dark hair, you have to lighten it to get brighter colours into it.  Well.  That's where my cautionary tale starts...

Imagine a girl.  Black hair (mostly) with fade blues and greens on badly (thanks for that you stupid salon) bleached hair, she's mixed asian/oriental, about 5'3" and either looks super confused or super anxious.  Now, imagine this girl buying a home bleach kit because she wanted to get rid of that faded blue/green and put in another colour, her mother painstakingly separating out her hair and putting the bleach in for her.  They follow all the instructions.  And the girl's hair starts to get burning hot with the reaction, but, neither the mother nor the girl had ever home bleached their hair and just thought that's what was supposed to happen.  So, when the minimum time had gone by, the girl raced up the stairs to wash off all the bleach in the shower, and to her surprise she had extremely pale hair....

She washed her hair and tugged her hands through it, only to discover that it had bleached so much that it was breaking and falling apart in her hands!!  So, the girl carefully finished washing it, and put a whole tube of rejuvenating conditioner into it with the help of her mother.  She then sat writing a blog with her poor hair wrapped in cling film and conditioner, trying not to cry about the hair she loved so much.

So, llamas.  If you're going to bleach your hair, either get someone who knows what they're doing to do it for you at home, or, get a QUALIFIED PROFESSIONAL to do it.  Please.  I beg of you.  My poor hair begs you.  My heart begs you.

If you love your hair as much as I love mine, you might know the feeling of your heart breaking slightly.  Especially, if I can't strengthen my hair.  I'll have to chop it all off and its nearly down to my butt.

I'd love to hear any of your hair disasters because, ya know, misery loves company and all that shit.

Anyway, that's all from me.

Shenaya xx

P.S.  This was something that happened to my hair, I'm not saying boycott the product or don't do it.  I'm just saying please take precautions and be careful.