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Done whining
May. 24th, 2009 12:48 amMy hair is short! Weeeee! :D It's just what I wanted, and I think it looks cute. I may revise this opinion once I try to style it myself.
The whole process took quite a long time, because the stylist decided that he'd wet my hair and cut it, then send me off for shampooing, then get another girl to blowdry it, then cut some more, then style it (usually it's shampoo first, then cut, then style, then all done). He was doing another client's hair at the same time, so while I waited, I was treated to a saabisu hand massage. Yes, please!
It was funny to see the perplexed look on the blowdry girl's face when she got around to my bangs and saw the lock that always dries with a weird little kink when left to its own devices. It never fails! Also funny were the stylist's feeling of "Urayamashi~~~" at my natural hair colour, as he pointed to his own died-to-sort-of-my-colour hair.
Spent the afternoon in Ikebukuro with the roomies* eating gyouza (Gyouza Stadium in Sunshine City is totally worth it!) and ice cream and taking them into Animate and Mandarake and K-Books. Fun times standing around in Mandarake, A and I explaining the concept of doujinshi and BL to S, who knows nothing of manga or anime at all. Her reaction to the tenimyu photosets was, "...are those REALLY all guys?" XD Then we did purikura and A proved to have natural mad skillz at decorating the photos -- this was followed by him immediately failing at choosing the picture layout, jabbing randomly at the screen before I could explain what was going on so we ended up with some microscopic shots along with the decent-sized ones.
While we were at karaoke last night, it hit me just how good it feels to hang out with French speakers (Canadian ones, even!) my own age. Since C moved back home last year, I only regularly speak French with my mother over Skype and with my private students, who are both lovely, but in their 50s... It's really weird to have no French in my day-to-day life, when for 25 years I constantly lived in two languages. Part of the problem is that I rarely read in French, and hardly ever watch anything in French either, but that's not a new development; I hardly ever did back home either, but I went to school and worked in French, and spoke it with a good number of my friends, as well as G. Those are all parts of my life that have radically changed since moving here, though I suppose I could make an effort and find out where les gens de chez nous hang out. ^.^;
In other news, how the hell is it nearly June?! Seriously, people! So I have a number of things that I'd like to do this summer, and I'll post a list in a little while so you can tell me what you want in on. Or, you know, let the crickets chirp away. ^_^
* I've got two people staying with me, and a friend of theirs is staying in a hostel. A is getting ready to write his thesis on cosplay and is in Japan on a recon mission of sorts. V and S are along for the ride.
The whole process took quite a long time, because the stylist decided that he'd wet my hair and cut it, then send me off for shampooing, then get another girl to blowdry it, then cut some more, then style it (usually it's shampoo first, then cut, then style, then all done). He was doing another client's hair at the same time, so while I waited, I was treated to a saabisu hand massage. Yes, please!
It was funny to see the perplexed look on the blowdry girl's face when she got around to my bangs and saw the lock that always dries with a weird little kink when left to its own devices. It never fails! Also funny were the stylist's feeling of "Urayamashi~~~" at my natural hair colour, as he pointed to his own died-to-sort-of-my-colour hair.
Spent the afternoon in Ikebukuro with the roomies* eating gyouza (Gyouza Stadium in Sunshine City is totally worth it!) and ice cream and taking them into Animate and Mandarake and K-Books. Fun times standing around in Mandarake, A and I explaining the concept of doujinshi and BL to S, who knows nothing of manga or anime at all. Her reaction to the tenimyu photosets was, "...are those REALLY all guys?" XD Then we did purikura and A proved to have natural mad skillz at decorating the photos -- this was followed by him immediately failing at choosing the picture layout, jabbing randomly at the screen before I could explain what was going on so we ended up with some microscopic shots along with the decent-sized ones.
While we were at karaoke last night, it hit me just how good it feels to hang out with French speakers (Canadian ones, even!) my own age. Since C moved back home last year, I only regularly speak French with my mother over Skype and with my private students, who are both lovely, but in their 50s... It's really weird to have no French in my day-to-day life, when for 25 years I constantly lived in two languages. Part of the problem is that I rarely read in French, and hardly ever watch anything in French either, but that's not a new development; I hardly ever did back home either, but I went to school and worked in French, and spoke it with a good number of my friends, as well as G. Those are all parts of my life that have radically changed since moving here, though I suppose I could make an effort and find out where les gens de chez nous hang out. ^.^;
In other news, how the hell is it nearly June?! Seriously, people! So I have a number of things that I'd like to do this summer, and I'll post a list in a little while so you can tell me what you want in on. Or, you know, let the crickets chirp away. ^_^
* I've got two people staying with me, and a friend of theirs is staying in a hostel. A is getting ready to write his thesis on cosplay and is in Japan on a recon mission of sorts. V and S are along for the ride.
