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Sep. 27th, 2008 10:21 amAbove my television, there's my Dream Live 5th poster. Above my bookcase, there's my Imperial Presence poster. And now, above where I lay out my futon, is this:
Sep. 27th, 2008
Let's post MOAR PICTURES!
Sep. 27th, 2008 04:58 pmHaircut! I took a picture because I'll never get it to look this good again.
I are satisfied okyakusama.
Shinohara-san (laughing at the strand of hair to the right of my forehead that always curls up, even when it's being blow-dried): So, doing anything special tonight?
Me: Going to dinner with friends in Shibuya, maybe clubbing afterwards.
Shinohara-san (busting out the curling and straight irons): Well then, let's make you pretty! :D
When I went in, I had a good idea of what I wanted (pretty much exactly this, in fact), but when my stylist came to get me in the waiting area, all that nearly flew out the window because Shinohara-san's hair looked that good -- really short in the back, long and messy on top. I've been thinking of going short for a while, and would totally have asked him to give me that style, except I'm going to be Sleeping Beauty in a month, and Aurora with short hair just wouldn't be right. So I stuck with my original idea. But next time...
Next time, I'm definitely getting the shampoo also (I didn't today because I washed my hair this morning). Having someone play with my hair is the ultimate sensual experience, for me. It feels kind of like when the warmth from the first swallow of alcohol on an empty stomach hits, only it's better than that. It's a warm tingling in all my limbs, a heaviness spreading through me, compelling me to relax.
During the summer school programme, one of the girls (who is not a full-time student with us) liked to pretend a toy telephone was a comb and run it through my hair. The only reason I didn't melt into a puddle of boneless goo was that I had other kids to supervise. Then she'd move around me and stare into my eyes, close enough that our noses were almost touching, before she'd start giggling and run away. Her English was limited, and she just grinned when I asked her what was so funny. "Is it because my eyes are blue?"
"Green!" she corrected.
Well, all right, then. XD
I are satisfied okyakusama.
Shinohara-san (laughing at the strand of hair to the right of my forehead that always curls up, even when it's being blow-dried): So, doing anything special tonight?
Me: Going to dinner with friends in Shibuya, maybe clubbing afterwards.
Shinohara-san (busting out the curling and straight irons): Well then, let's make you pretty! :D
When I went in, I had a good idea of what I wanted (pretty much exactly this, in fact), but when my stylist came to get me in the waiting area, all that nearly flew out the window because Shinohara-san's hair looked that good -- really short in the back, long and messy on top. I've been thinking of going short for a while, and would totally have asked him to give me that style, except I'm going to be Sleeping Beauty in a month, and Aurora with short hair just wouldn't be right. So I stuck with my original idea. But next time...
Next time, I'm definitely getting the shampoo also (I didn't today because I washed my hair this morning). Having someone play with my hair is the ultimate sensual experience, for me. It feels kind of like when the warmth from the first swallow of alcohol on an empty stomach hits, only it's better than that. It's a warm tingling in all my limbs, a heaviness spreading through me, compelling me to relax.
During the summer school programme, one of the girls (who is not a full-time student with us) liked to pretend a toy telephone was a comb and run it through my hair. The only reason I didn't melt into a puddle of boneless goo was that I had other kids to supervise. Then she'd move around me and stare into my eyes, close enough that our noses were almost touching, before she'd start giggling and run away. Her English was limited, and she just grinned when I asked her what was so funny. "Is it because my eyes are blue?"
"Green!" she corrected.
Well, all right, then. XD