My roommate frequently tells me how awesome my hair is. Her hair is very straight. Mine is...not so much. My normal description of my hair usually includes the words "poodle" or "chia pet" however over the weekend I decided that my hair has more of the attitude of an "independent nation". Roommate told me that I should buy it some fireworks...for independence day. Right. With the amount of hair product that makes my hair curly, I don't know that fireworks would be necessary to see flames in the sky. My morning battle with the hair has now been re-defined as peace talks or negotiations. Still-no guarantees as to who will actually win. Some days the battle is worth winning; other days its not worth fighting. In the meantime, there are generally enough bobby pins in my hair to construct a small lightening rod. (Find me in the next lightening storm...you'll have a great time. I'm sure.) In the meantime, I'm going to have to work on my international relations and negotiation skills.
What this really means is...my hair isn't quite long enough for a pony tail.
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Ha. I have spent the past three weeks with frizzy, unruly hair, pulled up in a pony tail with lots of fly-aways, not because I don't WANT to do my hair, but because I don't know HOW to do my hair here. My straightener broke, so I am using my not-so-great back-up one, which helps even less in the humidity. I tried the wet/gel look, didn't love it, tried helping my natural curl actually curl, didn't like it. I finally broke out my hot curlers and let them curl my hair just enough to give it some direction, and decided I was glad I kept those curlers in the move! Anyway, I understand where you're coming from.
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