From: nessers	Date: November 27th, 2002 09:17 am (UTC)		(etched in stone)
	Whee!

I love pigtail braids, too! I, unfortunately, am not wearing them today as I have never been very good at doing my own hair. My ability ends at ponytails, half-ponytails, kind of curling it, straightening it, putting it into gliahporaugh, and doing random things that look kind of cool that I managed to create on accident. So my mom has to do my pigtail braids. Or Danielle. Or Danielle's big sister. Or Danielle's mom. You get the point, I'm sure. Anyway, I'm going to see Harry Potter today! Huzzah! Again! For the third time! Because we stayed for all the credits the first time, but this weird Hispanic lady next to us was screaming at the top of her lungs, so we decided to leave, not realizing that there were bloopers at the end. So we're going again. But that's not the point, either. The point is that I'm going to go take random pictures today so that I can get my Hermione pictures developed so that you can see how incredibly cool I looked. Because I dressed up for the first two times I saw HP2 because it was on the first day and I didn't get time to go home and change. And people would randomly start talking to me and old men hit on me in line thinking that Justine's little sister Corrie was mine. They think that a lot. They think that Justine and I, or Kjersten and I are related. And then they think that Corrie and Amy, the baby of Justi's family, are my little sisters. And they love me, so it all works out. For Creative Dramatics, which is this thing the AHS Theatre Department does two Saturdays a year where we put on an exhausting but fun eight-hour workshop for K through 4th graders, I always write Shakey on my nametag because it's my Thespian nickname because I was once a character named Shakespeare. Anyway, so people kept asking if they were my sisters, so I put nametags on them that said 'Shakey Jr.' (for Corrie) and 'Mini-Shakey' (for newly-five-year-old Amy). You know, I bet there was originally a point to this really long reply, but it got lost somewhere along the time I wrote 'Whee!' for the subject. I guess all I'm really trying to say here is, 'Yay for pigtail braids and Harry Potter and dressing up!' Yeah? Yeah. That's all I'm really trying to say.

Oh, and I don't call them pigtail braids. I call them Indian braids. That is all.

	From: nessers	Date: November 27th, 2002 09:33 am (UTC)		(etched in stone)
	Oh! Oh!

Oh, dear me, look! I'm replying -again-! How odd is -that-?! Pretty dang, I'll tell ya.

Anyway. There was a point for this one.. but I just forgot it.. um.. um.. oh!

Gosh, I wish I knew how to make stuff. But I don't. Bah! Huzzah, cheers, and bully for you... yes, you, with the homemaker abilities. I never learned 'em. Nobody ever taught 'em to me. My kids will never have homemade Halloween costumes. And that's really depressing.

	From: piccolopixie	Date: November 28th, 2002 12:39 am (UTC)		(etched in stone)
	Pigtail Braids

I used to LOVE putting my hair up in pigtail braids back when it was really long. My fave way to do it was to find three pretty colored yarns and make a braided rope from them, then tie that to a chunk of hair at the top of my head and braid it in with the rest. Makes a spiff looking swirly effect. Sometimes I miss my long hair *sniff*

and he's leaving the -2nd-?! I thought it was the 6th! Arrrrrgh, too soon too soon. I'm not going to have anyone to bicker with all night anymore, how depressing.

	From: daimones	Date: November 28th, 2002 07:09 am (UTC)		(etched in stone)

There is truth in those words, you know. Maybe trite, but truth nonetheless.