No other way, no day but today
Jan. 27th, 2011 04:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rachg82Well, hello there, January 27th. We meet again.
Once, I looked like this:
Yes, it's true. I was brunette as a baby, blonde as a kid, brunette as a teenager. All natural, all WTF. My dad & half brother were blonde, but no one on my mom's family (minus one aunt, whom no one was particularly fond of) had anything but dark brown/black hair. Their skin would tan, mine would burn. Their eyes were hazel, mine were greenish blue. Figures.
(I heard many Dumb Blonde jokes growing up, trust me)
Then I looked like this:
Still with the Dumb Blonde jokes, except now a Bleached!Blonde. People were ~surprised~ to find out I was intelligent. I discovered they ignored me more when I turned brunette. It suited me just fine.
(Also, that's my sister on the left. That was back in 2002, on vacation in Cabo San Lucas. Note that I'd actually gone to tanning booths before our flight, specifically in an attempt to avoid sunburns once down there. I AM CASPER-IER THAN THOU.)
At 22, I moved out & rocked it like this:
Hey, there's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dosidella! My cheeks were delicious, it's true.
And then everybody was kung-fu fighting (as one does):
Why with all the fisticuffs? (hee) At least we always made up:
Oh, dear. Look what happens when you get me drunk & start playing music. Things go downhill fast. At least Kevin wasn't lip-synching by then.
(Incriminating photo--hey, I was on vacation. IT'S ALL THEY DO IN PITTSBURGH.)
And, finally, what I look like now (more or less):
Hair's grown out since then (this was taken between spring & summer of last year), but I'm only about, what, ten pounds less? If even? I'd really like to get my hair done again though. I LOVED it right there.
That was a fun waste of time, eh? Ha. I so need to get my ass in the shower/do laundry/eat/bla bla bla, too. I slept in absurdly late today (like, 3 pm, late. And only got up then because my alarm was set). In my defense, however, I accidentally missed picking up my refill of Topiramate (my migraine medication) yesterday, therefore missing a dose, and it totally threw me off. That is *not* the kind of thing you stop suddenly. I could not fall asleep last night for the life of me, particularly because my heart was all race-y & I'd heard a side effect of sudden discontinuation could be seizures, even if you don't have epilepsy (its original purpose was as an anti-epilepsy drug & is still used for that too), so I was all, "OMG, I DON'T WANT TO FALL ASLEEP & HAVE A SEIZURE.[/irrational thinking] I've heard there's drooling involved, which would be most unpleasant. Also, I haven't finished my fanfic yet, so I'm not ready to die yet, in case that's a possibility." Ha. Seriously, MY BRAIN, folks. But, hey, at least my reaction was that I *didn't* want to die! That's something!
Not to worry, I picked up the refill first thing this morning, then came home & passed out. Heh. IMAGINARY SEIZURE AVOIDED. Yay. (Cut me slack--I was fairly OCD as a kid & I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder. If you tell me, "don't stop taking this suddenly," I'm gonna freak out if I accidentally screw that up. At least I don't feel the need to write down if I take things like aleve anymore; I used to do that, worrying I'd somehow "forget" I'd taken it & then overdose on it or something by not allowing a full 24 hours in between. Dun dun DUN. *rolls eyes*)
In other news, I started my day with barf. OF COURSE. I'm just gonna consider it symbolic & a representation of me releasing my past. Let's go with that. Sounds better than "I am uber stressed & holidays have horrible associations for me & ugh ugh ugh ugh UGH."
It's okay. I made use of my time last night--once realizing I had missed getting my refill & was gonna be up climbing the walls anyway--writing my fic. The ending is forming itself in my mind now & I'm beginning to feel really pleased with the whole thing. Holla. I can't decide if I want to wait to watch tonight's episode until after finishing it though. I have the feeling I'm really close to being done--like, might finish it tomorrow or the next day-done--or if I should watch it & let it possibly become incorporated into the story, in case anything happens that alters the plot or characterization. I think you guys know by now that, while writing, I get everything sort of just *laid out in my head*, and it frankly annoys me & frays my nerves when anything comes along to cause a deviation from that path. Ha. Like, the nerve! Of a TV show! Thinking it can do things with its own storylines! Whatev to that.
OH, and before I forget: a huge, huge thank you to everyone for their Birthday wishes/greetings/love so far. Especiallycrystalcazzie for the chocolates (that was SUCH a nice surprise!), dosidella for the book (thanks again, sweetie), vash26 for the message, and sonneta for the vgift. I'll try to reply individually to everyone soon, but in the meantime, I love & appreciate all of you so, so much.
P.S. HAPPY BONES DAY! Haha. In my haste to finish my fic, I kind of forgot about that. Tonight's episode actually looks really good. After all the angst & handwringing, I'm ready for some shootin'! LET IT OUT, BITCHES!
Vid of the Day:
Once, I looked like this:
Yes, it's true. I was brunette as a baby, blonde as a kid, brunette as a teenager. All natural, all WTF. My dad & half brother were blonde, but no one on my mom's family (minus one aunt, whom no one was particularly fond of) had anything but dark brown/black hair. Their skin would tan, mine would burn. Their eyes were hazel, mine were greenish blue. Figures.
(I heard many Dumb Blonde jokes growing up, trust me)
Then I looked like this:
Still with the Dumb Blonde jokes, except now a Bleached!Blonde. People were ~surprised~ to find out I was intelligent. I discovered they ignored me more when I turned brunette. It suited me just fine.
(Also, that's my sister on the left. That was back in 2002, on vacation in Cabo San Lucas. Note that I'd actually gone to tanning booths before our flight, specifically in an attempt to avoid sunburns once down there. I AM CASPER-IER THAN THOU.)
At 22, I moved out & rocked it like this:
Hey, there's
dosidella! My cheeks were delicious, it's true.And then everybody was kung-fu fighting (as one does):
Why with all the fisticuffs? (hee) At least we always made up:
Oh, dear. Look what happens when you get me drunk & start playing music. Things go downhill fast. At least Kevin wasn't lip-synching by then.
(Incriminating photo--hey, I was on vacation. IT'S ALL THEY DO IN PITTSBURGH.)
And, finally, what I look like now (more or less):
Hair's grown out since then (this was taken between spring & summer of last year), but I'm only about, what, ten pounds less? If even? I'd really like to get my hair done again though. I LOVED it right there.
That was a fun waste of time, eh? Ha. I so need to get my ass in the shower/do laundry/eat/bla bla bla, too. I slept in absurdly late today (like, 3 pm, late. And only got up then because my alarm was set). In my defense, however, I accidentally missed picking up my refill of Topiramate (my migraine medication) yesterday, therefore missing a dose, and it totally threw me off. That is *not* the kind of thing you stop suddenly. I could not fall asleep last night for the life of me, particularly because my heart was all race-y & I'd heard a side effect of sudden discontinuation could be seizures, even if you don't have epilepsy (its original purpose was as an anti-epilepsy drug & is still used for that too), so I was all, "OMG, I DON'T WANT TO FALL ASLEEP & HAVE A SEIZURE.[/irrational thinking] I've heard there's drooling involved, which would be most unpleasant. Also, I haven't finished my fanfic yet, so I'm not ready to die yet, in case that's a possibility." Ha. Seriously, MY BRAIN, folks. But, hey, at least my reaction was that I *didn't* want to die! That's something!
Not to worry, I picked up the refill first thing this morning, then came home & passed out. Heh. IMAGINARY SEIZURE AVOIDED. Yay. (Cut me slack--I was fairly OCD as a kid & I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder. If you tell me, "don't stop taking this suddenly," I'm gonna freak out if I accidentally screw that up. At least I don't feel the need to write down if I take things like aleve anymore; I used to do that, worrying I'd somehow "forget" I'd taken it & then overdose on it or something by not allowing a full 24 hours in between. Dun dun DUN. *rolls eyes*)
In other news, I started my day with barf. OF COURSE. I'm just gonna consider it symbolic & a representation of me releasing my past. Let's go with that. Sounds better than "I am uber stressed & holidays have horrible associations for me & ugh ugh ugh ugh UGH."
It's okay. I made use of my time last night--once realizing I had missed getting my refill & was gonna be up climbing the walls anyway--writing my fic. The ending is forming itself in my mind now & I'm beginning to feel really pleased with the whole thing. Holla. I can't decide if I want to wait to watch tonight's episode until after finishing it though. I have the feeling I'm really close to being done--like, might finish it tomorrow or the next day-done--or if I should watch it & let it possibly become incorporated into the story, in case anything happens that alters the plot or characterization. I think you guys know by now that, while writing, I get everything sort of just *laid out in my head*, and it frankly annoys me & frays my nerves when anything comes along to cause a deviation from that path. Ha. Like, the nerve! Of a TV show! Thinking it can do things with its own storylines! Whatev to that.
OH, and before I forget: a huge, huge thank you to everyone for their Birthday wishes/greetings/love so far. Especially
crystalcazzie for the chocolates (that was SUCH a nice surprise!), dosidella for the book (thanks again, sweetie), vash26 for the message, and sonneta for the vgift. I'll try to reply individually to everyone soon, but in the meantime, I love & appreciate all of you so, so much. P.S. HAPPY BONES DAY! Haha. In my haste to finish my fic, I kind of forgot about that. Tonight's episode actually looks really good. After all the angst & handwringing, I'm ready for some shootin'! LET IT OUT, BITCHES!
Vid of the Day:
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Date: 2011-01-28 01:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-01-28 01:50 am (UTC)But you should ask the pharmacist exactly how long you can miss a dose before the risk of side effects kicks in. If the drug has a long enough half-life, you may be safe if you miss only one dose. Of course, everyone metabolizes differently so that's not concrete, but it should give you some idea.
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Date: 2011-01-28 02:09 am (UTC)HA. This made me laugh out loud.
Mine's not a narcotic--it does something to quiet down nerve cells in the brain or some such neurological brouhaha (http://www.topamax.com/how-topamax-may-help--how-works.html). They make a huge deal out of starting & stopping it gradually, because the side effects associated with it are ridiculous. When you first start taking it, you can't even taste the carbonation in pop anymore. No joke. Your tongue & toes tingle like they're falling asleep. You forget words. It's like, "oh, I guess my brain DOES have a function!"
Then it all calms down as you adjust & life goes on. But if you stop it out of nowhere? Ugh. Your body & brain are like, "WHAT IS THIS? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I FEEL DIZZY; WHERE ARE WE WALKING? THIS SENTENCE HAS TOO MANY LETTERS FOR ME TO FOCUS. HEART BEAT PITTER PATTER PITTER PATTER, PUKE PUKE."
Fortunately, I've discontinued it slowly before with no problem. Heh. It's just not the type of thing to do out of nowhere.
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Date: 2011-01-28 03:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-01-28 03:18 am (UTC)Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! And HAPPY BONESDAY!!
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Date: 2011-01-28 02:38 am (UTC)My hair was all odd with its color as a kid too. I was born with dark blonde hair that went almost black around the time I turned five. My mom's got a lock of my hair from my first haircut that absolutely wigs me out to look at it because it's just so damned light compared to I've ended up with. And despite the fact I was a blonde, I can't envision me as one now.
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Date: 2011-01-28 03:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-01-28 06:41 am (UTC)Love the last look. I've always wanted to bob my hair, but alas, it's too frizzy/wavy/thin for that.
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Date: 2011-01-28 07:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-01-28 10:40 am (UTC)I was on Effexor. That was pretty evil if you were late with a dose.
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Date: 2011-01-28 10:20 pm (UTC)I was blonde as a kid too. I always found that really weird considering how dark my hair is now. I did wonder if maybe that was just how hair works, but I remember people at school having brown hair already. So who knows!
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Date: 2011-01-28 10:37 pm (UTC)