A Slight Hint of Madness. And a Chin...

Yeah a bit of madness today. Well for this blog entry at least.

ANYWAY! CURLFORMERS!!

Me an' me mam decided to get some Curlformers after seeing them on telly an' thought we should try 'em out. Mother's hair curls well wi' standard rollers, hot rollers, curling tongs and bendy rollers. Meanwhile mine DOESN'T. Seriously mine doesn't curl well at all. I can use different setting patterns an' they all turn to shit when I tek 'em out. Me hair has a tendency to go bushy an' frizzy an' a manner of other words that mean your hair just looks meh.

So we tried out Curlformers. Now these things are FUN. Bit strange the first time you use 'em but if you really want ringlet style curls that sit right an' hold pretty well then I'd highly recommend 'em. You can get 'em in various lengths as well as curl thickness. We went for the Long & Wide ones but you can get 'em for much shorter, or longer hair too. You get 40 Curlformers in the standard kit which also comes with two hooks you need for pulling yer hair through one of the things.

So this is me with a full head of the things.

Errr... O_o

They're basically a nylon twirl thing. You slide one of the hooks through so it elongates the Curlformer, you then take a 2.5 centimetre piece of hair, slot it into the hook near your scalp then holding that end of the Curlformer, you pull the hook through gently bringing the hair through the Curlformer. Let go then it springs back into it's twisty shape! You can also use a hair dryer over these too. It's recommended you use them with damp hair but if yer pushed for time you can give yer head a quick blast wi' a hairdryer or a drying hood instead of waiting for 'em to dry naturally.

This is them out!

Ta-daaaaa!

Sorry you can't see 'em so good. But they do turn out really well! Just use a bit of finishing cream or hair serum on 'em after you remove 'em then jobs a good 'un! Ready as they are or they'd mek a good basis for an updo.

MEANWHILE!

F1. A discussion wi' a friend of mine turned out to have some funniness to it. Well, every time there's a race on we always have mad discussions. Which always leads on to talk of Mark Webber's chin. 

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!

So much of our talk revolves around this matter, Mark Webber is no longer known by that name but as "The Chin." My friend went on to discuss David Coulthard's chin which is strikingly similar. See Figure. A.

Figure. A. CHIIIIIIIN!

I meself also come to the conclusion that if "The Chin's" helmet was square... An' he was in his race suit...

He would actually look like a Transformer.

Optimus Prime to me more exact.

Moths: Y U NO LEAVE ME ALONE?

Seriously. I hate the bloody things with a passion. Well am generally not a big fan of any kinda of insects, but moths are pretty much a fear for me. I've always said I never trust anything that turns to powder when you fucking touch it. >_<

The thing is though, they only ever really seem to "attack" me during certain moments. For example:

When I've just started drinking a mug of coffee that am really, REALLY enjoying...

Then one of the little bastards does a kamikaze dive right into me bloody mug leaving it's powdery shit floating about ont surface.

Also when am either concentrating on summat or when am in me bed trying to sleep. Again they kamikaze their stupidness right into me face leaving their powdery yuck on me like I've just dumped a pot of loose eyeshadow everywhere else on me face except me eyes.

I only just started writing this now as a moth has just appeared in me kitchen an' had decided to dive-bomb me head. As well as being disgusting in me eyes, they're feckin' ANNOYING.

MEANWHILE! I need new tyres for me Celica. The one ont front drivers side was as flat as a pancake t'other day so me an' me dad took it off earlier to have a look an' put the spare on. But Lo-an'-behold! The spare Vredestein tyre that come wi' the car (sold as seen by the way) has a fucking bulge in it. ¬_¬ So we had to put the flat back on a put some air in it for now. Gotta get onto Rob at C&R Tyres tomorrow an see what he can sort me out. I only need two which isn't so bad 'cause the back two are fine. We're gonna tek the one of the front left side an keep that as a spare an get two new ones to put ont front. The tracking needs doing badly an' all 'cause the flat one was all worn ont th'inner edge. Can't go sticking new tyres on it when they'd only last half as long, what'd be the point huh?

It's just a bastard trying to find 205/45/R17 W's that's aren't gonna make me bank manager HATE ME! >_<

I want these though. Hankook Ventus V12 Evo's. But to be honest, 97 quid per tyre is just far too expensive.

Buggernuts. ¬_¬

In other news, I got me flights booked for California! ^_^ Going over ont 22nd of August for a month an' staying wi' me fella. <3 Should be fun.

MISSING: Incredibly fuck-ugly pair of big knickers.

"Scary, stomach-holding-in pants very popular with grannies the world over."

Ugh this has been driving me mad since a few months ago.

Now, this may be kinda TMI/gross but Georgie's sense of vulgarity doesn't exist right now so half of the shit that comes out me gob doesn't really get censored.

A lot of people (particularly single men or, men who just don't care) don't know that probably 99% of women own at least one pair, of ridiculously fuck-ugly big knickers. They're not normal knickers as in ones you wear often like the other bazillion identical or special pairs that are in the drawer; but these ones are pretty much reserved for that lovely time of the month where women become your worst nightmare of sheer, pure unadulterated bastardry an' are constantly up an' down like an emotional yo-yo. You know what am talking about.

Mine have gone missing.

An' it's doing me head in.

Like I said they went missing months ago an' I've been wearing a piss-poor excuse of a big knicker substitute. They're a size bigger than what I wear on a day-to-day basis but by christ they're the most uncomfortable things I've ever had me arse in. An' they're adding to my already high level of PMS anger they're that uncomfortable.

Now, my big fuck-ugly knickers are particularly ugly because...

1: I've had them so long, the white is now actually that 'orrible laundry grey colour they go when they've been washed loads of times:
2: Because of the sheer amount of time I've had 'em an' the amount of times they've been washed; the yukky pastel coloured paisley (yes, paisley) print on 'em had faded dramatically.
3: The elastic's shot. Good ol' fashioned big knicker elastic will get you anywhere but when it goes, bloody 'ell it goes.

Now let me tell you I've had these damn thing for well over a decade now an'I miss 'em. I bloody miss 'em. An' the day I find 'em will be joyous. Because I love them bloody things an' will still wear 'em when they get full of holes.