thtguyoverthere (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} thtguyoverthere) wrote,@ 2006-02-09 22:01:00 |
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Hey kids! Its been rather awhile since my last vaguely serious post detailing the many interesting experiences I’ve recently had, the main reason for this is some of those things sadly just can't be put here for sake of protecting those involved, but I can tell you all about my haircut trip (you lucky mites you):
Friday was a good day. I woke up at 7:30 sharpish to go running, however sadly I decided it was too cold to run and I couldn’t be bothered, having just got over a cold also, I instead opting for watching futurama and eating muesli (its very nice, if not rather an acquired taste I feel). I showered, guitared, pianoed, and left for my 11:45 appointment at "essensuals", some kind of, I want to say off shoot of Toni and Guy. I'm cant be sure really where it fits into the whole Tony and Guy thing, maybe its where the lesser hairdressers go, the one's just not good enough to be full "Toni and Guy" hairdressers, and as such are forever doomed to be living in the shadow of those that bit better than them. I arrived a few minutes late and as such was a spot worried about them just deciding to give my appointment away to any person who may walk in on a whim demanding their hair needed a new and interesting look. Luckily upon arriving I discovered this not to be the case and was simply asked to take a seat, after a few minutes a lady walked up to me with fabulous hair (if your going to work in a hairdressers, you must have fabulous hair) and offered to take my coat and bag. I wasn’t sure what to say as I found my self (ever the distrusting character that I am) pondering the possibility that they just wanted to steal my stuff, or maybe rifle through it and then throw it all out onto the street, keeping any thing valuable so they can sell it on, giving them enough money for more leave in conditioner. Luckily, almost simultaneously I remember Mcash's December 20th blog entry "haircuts for dummies" (a timeless classic some may say). In this he was presented with a similar (identical) predicament, and as such gave up both my bag and coat feeling confident that just like Mcash I would in the end get both back just how I left them (thereby avoiding the ever embarrassing situation of being asked to give up your coat, saying no, then later changing your mind). I was then led over to a chair where the stylist looked at my hair and told me what she though, I agreed, as all she thought was it looked good, it just needed a tiny bit off to get rid of split ends etc, and a serious thinning out. Since that’s all I wanted when entering the building I was quite pleased, and she set about her work. First leading me to an odd chair with a bowl behind it. I've never had my hair washed by someone else (well obviously that’s lies, everyone had, but not many can actually remember), I once again find my self thinking about Mcash's blog, and concurring, they did massage my scalp rather a lot, maybe I should massage my scalp more....I do hate the idea of going bald, would more scalp massaging help maintain healthy frizz free hair? The rest of the haircut when fairly to plan, some cutting, some thinning out, I'm rather pleased with the result, it still looks the same but I can tell its a spot shorter, and much thinner. When I left the hairdresser with my new, slightly shorter, much thinner and generally curlier and bouncier hair (she put some stuff in it that made it curl in an interesting manner), I went to wait for Brooke. Having met her we hung around town for a good while, generally killing time before my good friend Greg arrived back into town, most of that whole period of time is a blur though that might just be because of the sleep deprivation I’m experiencing right now, so lets just agree we sat in Broadway with Pud and Sophie until he eventually arrived (as that’s probably all that happened). Once he got there we hung around there, went to the market square to meet Chan, (the girl he's lifting up in one of the new years pictures, can you guess who is who?) and generally go for a drink or two in the phoenix. Later Brooke and I went home after a very pleasant day/evening and all was right with the world
Saturday was ok at first, we hung around Brooke’s house not really feeling like going into town, since we were going into town later for a "night out" with my friends it all just seemed too expensive. Eventually, after a long day of Brooke freaking out about getting id'd and looking silly in front of everyone, we left, arrived in town at 8:15, met my friends and went to rescue rooms to wait for the club bit too open, twas much fun indeed! Though Greg insisted that I should have a shot of JD with him which brought back unhappy memories (if you've heard that story, you know what I mean). The club bit opened at 10...ish, and we went strolling in, Brooke proudly strolling past the bouncer who hadn’t the foggiest she was illegally consuming alcohol on their premises, how proud was she? Twas much fun
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And on the 2am bus we hopped, it was an interesting journey to say the least
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We woke up on Sunday with a bit of a hangover (actually I didn’t have one but then again I never do, its rather great) and didn’t do much really until one ish when we left for Brookes grandparents house. Nice meal there, sat around until Brookes mum took me back to Nottingham and I hopped on a bus home.
On Monday I got a letter from Littlewoods, apparently I've won something, I wasn't sure how to react considering it was addressed to MRS JD CHAMBERS, correct address and what not though, so I’ve gone along with it and seeing where it leads. My fabulous new guitar is finally in the country also! My dad has finally got round to going to pick it up tomorrow, I think I will stop writing now as I rather suspect this has all got rather boring, if only I could remember what id written :S.....I feel I need sleep, night kids!
Friday was a good day. I woke up at 7:30 sharpish to go running, however sadly I decided it was too cold to run and I couldn’t be bothered, having just got over a cold also, I instead opting for watching futurama and eating muesli (its very nice, if not rather an acquired taste I feel). I showered, guitared, pianoed, and left for my 11:45 appointment at "essensuals", some kind of, I want to say off shoot of Toni and Guy. I'm cant be sure really where it fits into the whole Tony and Guy thing, maybe its where the lesser hairdressers go, the one's just not good enough to be full "Toni and Guy" hairdressers, and as such are forever doomed to be living in the shadow of those that bit better than them. I arrived a few minutes late and as such was a spot worried about them just deciding to give my appointment away to any person who may walk in on a whim demanding their hair needed a new and interesting look. Luckily upon arriving I discovered this not to be the case and was simply asked to take a seat, after a few minutes a lady walked up to me with fabulous hair (if your going to work in a hairdressers, you must have fabulous hair) and offered to take my coat and bag. I wasn’t sure what to say as I found my self (ever the distrusting character that I am) pondering the possibility that they just wanted to steal my stuff, or maybe rifle through it and then throw it all out onto the street, keeping any thing valuable so they can sell it on, giving them enough money for more leave in conditioner. Luckily, almost simultaneously I remember Mcash's December 20th blog entry "haircuts for dummies" (a timeless classic some may say). In this he was presented with a similar (identical) predicament, and as such gave up both my bag and coat feeling confident that just like Mcash I would in the end get both back just how I left them (thereby avoiding the ever embarrassing situation of being asked to give up your coat, saying no, then later changing your mind). I was then led over to a chair where the stylist looked at my hair and told me what she though, I agreed, as all she thought was it looked good, it just needed a tiny bit off to get rid of split ends etc, and a serious thinning out. Since that’s all I wanted when entering the building I was quite pleased, and she set about her work. First leading me to an odd chair with a bowl behind it. I've never had my hair washed by someone else (well obviously that’s lies, everyone had, but not many can actually remember), I once again find my self thinking about Mcash's blog, and concurring, they did massage my scalp rather a lot, maybe I should massage my scalp more....I do hate the idea of going bald, would more scalp massaging help maintain healthy frizz free hair? The rest of the haircut when fairly to plan, some cutting, some thinning out, I'm rather pleased with the result, it still looks the same but I can tell its a spot shorter, and much thinner. When I left the hairdresser with my new, slightly shorter, much thinner and generally curlier and bouncier hair (she put some stuff in it that made it curl in an interesting manner), I went to wait for Brooke. Having met her we hung around town for a good while, generally killing time before my good friend Greg arrived back into town, most of that whole period of time is a blur though that might just be because of the sleep deprivation I’m experiencing right now, so lets just agree we sat in Broadway with Pud and Sophie until he eventually arrived (as that’s probably all that happened). Once he got there we hung around there, went to the market square to meet Chan, (the girl he's lifting up in one of the new years pictures, can you guess who is who?) and generally go for a drink or two in the phoenix. Later Brooke and I went home after a very pleasant day/evening and all was right with the world
Saturday was ok at first, we hung around Brooke’s house not really feeling like going into town, since we were going into town later for a "night out" with my friends it all just seemed too expensive. Eventually, after a long day of Brooke freaking out about getting id'd and looking silly in front of everyone, we left, arrived in town at 8:15, met my friends and went to rescue rooms to wait for the club bit too open, twas much fun indeed! Though Greg insisted that I should have a shot of JD with him which brought back unhappy memories (if you've heard that story, you know what I mean). The club bit opened at 10...ish, and we went strolling in, Brooke proudly strolling past the bouncer who hadn’t the foggiest she was illegally consuming alcohol on their premises, how proud was she? Twas much fun
INFORMATION MISSING
And on the 2am bus we hopped, it was an interesting journey to say the least
INFORMATION MISSING
We woke up on Sunday with a bit of a hangover (actually I didn’t have one but then again I never do, its rather great) and didn’t do much really until one ish when we left for Brookes grandparents house. Nice meal there, sat around until Brookes mum took me back to Nottingham and I hopped on a bus home.
On Monday I got a letter from Littlewoods, apparently I've won something, I wasn't sure how to react considering it was addressed to MRS JD CHAMBERS, correct address and what not though, so I’ve gone along with it and seeing where it leads. My fabulous new guitar is finally in the country also! My dad has finally got round to going to pick it up tomorrow, I think I will stop writing now as I rather suspect this has all got rather boring, if only I could remember what id written :S.....I feel I need sleep, night kids!
