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My hair journey, part 1: the decision

 

 

I’ve decided to change my hair. This really is the first step in any hair journey – you need to know what you want to do before you do it (that almost sounds deep, I should write fortune cookies). Anywho, I’ve started to get a little sick of my hair. For the past year or so, I’ve had a mowhawk-like afro (shaved on the sides and sometimes the back), with a luxurious wave of afro-ness coming out of the top. It’s sort of become “my look” so therefore I’m sick of it, and have decided that it has to go. I also texturize my hair and want to start using chemicals less and having more natural curls instead of the almost-straight waves that I have now. So I’ve decided to give my hair a return to mother Africa and grow an afro. Not a super sized Solange-style one, though, I’m thinking more like the African Harry Styles (it’s a trend I will start lol).

So that’s the path I hope my hair journey will take, I hope you’ll take the hand of my blog and come for the ride with me (aka I will be liveblogging). Welcome to the Hair Games 2013, may the odds be ever in your favour.

Twenty-twelve.

2012 was a crazy year for me. I had the highest highs and the lowest of lows, and I feel like I’ve learned a lot about the world and about myself. I changed more this year than I have ever changed in my whole life, and have the scars and growing pains to show it: I had an ill fated idiotic romance (which blew up in my face), I changed jobs and got an old job back, I realised that I have the potential to turn my passion into my profession, and I went on the trip of a life time. So here’s to you, 2012. Here’s to the goods, the bads, the fucks and the fuck ups. I’m grateful for all of it because this year more than any other will have an effect on the person (or the psychopath) that I eventually turn out to be.

And here’s to 2013, and having an even more massive year. Cheers. xo.

PS. I felt more loved and supported this year more than any other time in my life. Thanks to those who were there, you know who you are. Double xo.

December 23, 2012. 1:03 am.

i am a lover
just not
of a person
or a thing

the idea
of romance is
romantic

and that
is all
i need

First listen: The Beatles – Please Please Me

Confession time: before today I had never listened to a Beatles song. Actually, that’s not totally true; I had to listen to Blackbird and Let It Be in my guitar class so I could learn how to play them. And All You Need Is Love is sung at the beginning of Love Actually. So I guess outside of the major hits I had never heard a Beatles song. Some people may find this shocking but I don’t really think it is. Before now the only opinion I had of the “Fab Five” is that Paul McCartney looks more and more like Angela Lansbury every day.

To be perfectly honest, I think the Beatles are a tad overrated. I mean their lyric writing ability is great but it had always really bothered me that none of then could read music (I’m not sure if they ever learned). To me, that’s a bit like J.K. Rowling not being able to read, but I digress. Musically, very few Beatles songs are anything to write home about; they generally use the same (simple) four chords over and over again — hell, the chords in Blackbird are the exact same ones used in Pachelbel’s Canon. Dispute these things I decided to give them a shot. Not really because of any great inspiration, just mainly because I was bored of every single song on my iPod.

Today I listened to their first studio album (according to Wikipedia) Please Please Me which has “Twist and Shout” on it, a song popularised by Ferris Bueller. It actually wasn’t bad. I didn’t know that they had songs with a more Rockabilly feel to them and I actually really liked “Misery”. People have been told me that my life will be changed by this music, but I’m still holding my breath on that one. I’d give Please Please Me a 3/5.

Stay tuned to this blog if you care about what I think about the rest of The Beatles’ catalogue.

Describe yourself in the third person-your physical appearance and personality-as though you were a character in a book.

Evan had always been tall. Her 5’10” frame was almost all arms and legs, in an almost perfect human approximation for a Daddy Long-Legs spider. Her feet stuck out awkwardly from almost painfully skinny ankles and the boyish sneakers that adorned her feet protruded in a Sideshow Bob-ish fashion. Her head was round — almost perfectly so — and a largish pair of glasses was sat in the middle of her chubby face. Her clothes were fashionable but not flashy, as evidenced by the Tommy Hilfiger cardigan, the perfectly clean Nikes and the ever present Fossil watch that she wore on her wrist. She looked well put together (on most days). Upon further inspection, however, it is easy to tell that the outward appearance of togetherness was not a reflection of her inward self. Evan was awkward at the best of times, talking far too much and about things very few people cared about. She was shy and had the nervous habit of biting her cheek, which she did almost constantly. Luckily, this ended when you go to know her a bit better (unless she didn’t particularly like you). Once she was your friend, Evan could be warm and caring, if not a little bit narcissistic. Thankfully her minute flaws were something that her friends were willing to overlook (at least to her face).  

New blog project: 642 things to write about

If you have any interest whatsoever in me or this blog than you have probably noticed that I don’t do very much writing on it. Well that is about to change because today I bought a book called 642 Things To Write About and I intend to use this space to write some of those things. Some of them will be good (hopefully) and  many of them will be not so good (most likely) but I’m looking forward to having things to write other than the House fanfiction that constantly goes on in my head…

There are places I’ll remember all my life.

Yesterday I was lucky enough to attend the World Football Challenge in Toronto where Liverpool FC played Toronto FC. To say that I am a Liverpool fan is a massive understatement, so you could only imagine my excitement at being lucky enough to attend a match. Being a North American fan you never expect to be able to see the player you love live and I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I would be singing “You’ll Never Walk Alone” in a Toronto icon like the Rogers Centre (read: the Sky Dome). Yesterday was honestly one of the single greatest moments of my entire life. I wish I was eloquent enough to describe the feeling but if you are a football fan then you already know it. And if you aren’t a football fan then you could never imagine it. Being a fan of a soccer team is different from being anything else; your club becomes a part of you. You refer to the club using the royal we, and there’s nothing like footie to reduce grown men and women to tears. Liverpool has been a part of my life for so long now and it was surreal to see them play (and amazing to see Lucas’ return as well). Anyway I just wanted to express my love of this club and I think I have.

YNWA 🙂

The battle of head vs. heart rages on.

I’ve entered this crazy depression and I don’t know how to get out of it. It’s as though the full (emotional) magnitude of everything that’s happened in the past few months is just hitting me and I don’t have the tools to deal with it. 

Something I’ve been working on.

Nocturnal

nights are for wasting.
for every sun-soaked moment of day
is weighted down with the
promise of a good time

nights are for wasting.
because our days are
(and always will be)
numbered

nights are for wasting.
because the birds are singing, the sky is blue
and sirens have sung of days such as these

nights are for wasting.
so why is that when I feel most alive?