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Name: Steph
Birthday: 4/28/1978
Gender: Female
Interests: Ringing that bell like I'm trying to medal in the Pavlovian slobber olympics. Euphemistically speaking. Also, polysyllables.
Expertise: Tying cherry stems in knots with my tongue, punctuating correctly, and perfecting anorexia of my inner optimist.
Occupation: lighting designer
Industry: entertainment
Message: message me
AIM:  etherealsibilant
Member Since:
2/21/2007
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| [rainy day thoughts]It's all grey and rainy outside, which suits my mood perfectly. I
mean, sure, it's a bit of chicken vs. egg--which came first, the dreary
mood or the dreary weather--but at any rate the outcome is I feel
rather harmonious with the day. I saw The Dark Knight
last night with Sarah, and really I think my dreariness extends a lot
from that movie. I know it's a huge summer blockbuster and I'm not
supposed to take it to heart, but what can I say, I'm sensitive to
nuances, and I really thought that, while not being a comfortable
movie to watch, that it was really very incredible. Good vs. Evil is a
story as old as time but the movie really explored all those gray areas
in between, making you question how far things can be considered
justifiable. "You either die a hero, or live long enough to become a
villan. " I mean... isn't that rather uncomfortably true?
Oh, and also, as a card-carrying comic-book fan--The Watchmen trailer? Fucking incrdible. Discuss amongst yourselves.
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| keeping you abreast of all my fascinating lifeI don't like cranberry juice, but I'm drinking it.
Three guesses why.
Yay.
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| just flappin' my lips, essentially.So, I hate my haircut. Took me a while to decide, but I just can't make it look good. It's a good cut. Just not on my inept head. It feels too much like a mullet. Now to find some wondervitamins to make it grow faster.
I start allergy shots in a couple of weeks. Did I blog about getting an allergy test? I'm severely allergic to, well, basically life and the world. Trees, grasses, cats, dogs, horses, pollen, dust mites, blah blah. Hopefully the shots will help, but I'm not excited about being at the shot clinic on the other side of town at 7:30am three times a week to start. [They eventually taper off, but it's a five year regimen. Five years! I can never answer the question, 'Where do you see yourself in five years?', but now I know five years from now I'll be celebrating the end of the damn allergy shots. Yay, prescience.]
Zeb's gone. Again. Dammit. He's in California until next week and not here in bed beside me where he belongs. Blah.
I hate all of my clothing.
I need to exercise more. And by 'more', I mean 'at all'.
There's a pond in the woods behind my house. Which sounds lovely, until you realize it means there is an army of mosquitoes lurking and waiting to devour you every time you are outside.
And it sucks even more when they bite you on top of your severe 'Fuck but I am a pasty white girl and spf 55 didn't do shit for me' sunburn.
Okay. Enough of my baseless grumpyface. Pictures and videos from the awesome canoeing excursion forthcoming. Woot.
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| and now, the results:I actually got a haircut, instead of just a trim.
Not sure how I feel about it yet. It's like a new pair of shoes you haven't walked much in yet, you're just not sure 'till you spend some time in them.
Pics:
yesterday, when Cali fixed it:
It never ceases to amaze me how a stylist can curl hair with a straight iron. I do well to curl my hair with a curling iron.
the back:
So, lots shorter, about 4" of fthe total length but lots of layer worked in. It's an amazing cut and she put a lot of texture in it, and totally got when I said I was super not into futzing with my hair too much. If you are in Nashville and need a cut I would totally recommend the Chop Shop. The place was totally cool and relaxed and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club was the cd playing, which is fine by me.
Here it is today, with me just washing it and running out the door, late for work, taken with the questionable-quality macbook pro camera:
 
A few things:
a] fluorescent lighting is abhorrent.
b] i really think the top layer is maybe too short for my comfort zone.
c] my head feels 5 pounds lighter. yay.
d] and 30ยบ cooler. double yay.
And now the lengthy process of growing it all back out begins. Ha.
Also, if my network admin--aka, roommate Todd--doesn't get the network at home fixed soon so I can internets from the comfort of my underwear, somebody is going to get hurt.
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| Upcoming:There's a saltwater film on the jar of your ashes; I threw them to the sea,
but a gust blew them backwards and the sting in my eyes
that you then inflicted was par for the course just as when you were living...
--Death Cab for Cutie
I pick Zeb up at 7pm at the airport, and this makes me exceedingly happy.
Tomorrow night he, his sister, my roomie Ben and I are going to eat at Shalimar, the most amazing Indian place around [whose garlic naan is orgasmic, I swear] and drink bottles of wine iwth dinner because Shalimar is marvelous and doesn't have a corking fee. Then we're going to see Wall-E. Which honestly I don't care about too much but hey, I'll go.
And Sunday we are going on our 3rd annual Canoe Extravaganza trip for Ben's birthday. 8 people, 4 canoes, 14 miles, at least 80 beers. Last year we killed 60 beers between 4 of us, so this year we're going to try to top our record. Ha.
So, lots of good times on my horizon.
And The Haircut is tomorrow. Still not sure what I'm gonna do, but I guess we'll see.
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