August 11, 2008 at 5:05 pm | Filed under ditz drivel
Though there are days when I hate my curls (which turn into a big frizzy mess if I so much break into a sweat), it’s going to be a while until I go back to sporting straight hair, for two reasons: 1) I refuse to subject my stressed tresses to the whole rebonding process, and 2) I’ve had a handful of friends tell me that my disastrous brown curls suit me better than the straight and black hair I was born with.
Unfortunately, the current state of my hair makes for unbearably ugly bad hair days. The top half of my head is poofy and wavy while the lower half has limp, dry curls. I obviously need to sit my ass on a salon chair and have a stylist work his fairy magic on me. This time around, I shall come prepared and have an actual look to reference to. With the help of Anne, I have decided on this particular style:
MARY-LOUISE PARKER AS WEEDS’ NANCY BOTWIN.
A question, though: is that an actual perm or just a curling iron?
I’m not entirely sure if I’ll copy the side bangs, too. I’m a bit iffy about getting bangs again because the last time I had them, a gay friend thought I was hideous (that was the exact word he used). I don’t have the forehead nor the face for it, anyway.
Sadly, this isn’t a priority right now and I’ll probably have to wait until next month ’til I can get my hair done. My goals for August is to finally open a passbook savings account and try not to spend all my money on silly purchases*. I also promised my mom a new pair of eyeglasses.
(Okay, so that’s a lie. Heh.)
*My God, I want those boots so bad and I would have gotten them, had they not been red. I want a gray pair, like Serena Van Der Woodsen’s.
August 8, 2008 at 3:37 pm | Filed under ditz drivel, the helga manual
I made a stupid mistake: without thinking, I bought a pair of opaque fluorescent red tights. No, I did not have Blair Waldorf in mind when I made the purchase. Neither was I contemplating a career in the circus nor was I aspiring to be a third world scene queen. I just walked into the store, grabbed a pair, and paid for it. I was vaguely imagining pairing it with my new black dress (really, Helga, black and red? Together? Really???) and for some reason, I had this demented idea that I could pull it off and look cute.
Wrong =(
(Please ignore my ancient pink stand fan)
So now I am stuck with a pair of bright red tights that I will probably never wear because such flashy and daring pieces of clothing is just way out of my “fashion” zone (if you’ve met me in person, you’ll know that I dress quite boringly). But I won’t give up, not without a fight! I turn to the lover who is scarily well-versed in girly things like make-up and women’s clothes:
Helga: Where do I wear these red tights to? It’s very Blair heehee. I need something dark and plaid. A dark plaid coat. AND MAYBE NEW YORK CITY WEATHER.
Lover: Don’t force the issue.
A lot of help, that guy. Never the mind, there’s always Uncle Google. A quick web search for how to wear red tights and I was able to gather this much:
“DON’T WEAR OPAQUE FLUORESCENT RED TIGHTS, ESPECIALLY IF YOUR NAME IS HELGA WEBER OR A PERSON IN DESPERATE NEED OF WEIGHT LOSS PILLS OR BOTH.”
But like I said, I won’t go down without a fight. I turned to google images and made a search for “red tights” for ideas on how I could properly wear such an abomination. From the lulzy pits of search results came several sparks of hope:
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August 4, 2008 at 11:49 pm | Filed under mr wonderful
So it’s been a year and I’ve been trying to come up with a proper entry for this day. Funnily enough, I can’t. I had one drafted; I wrote it in my mind earlier this evening while I was smoking three cigarettes on the steps outside my building (and thinking about acne products. I’m kidding). There was a slight drizzle, just like that night he picked me up at my place, a year ago. Drinks and conversation, that was the plan (it was actually supposed to be coffee and a movie, but I took my sweet time contacting him). We ended up holding hands, we ended up dancing, we ended up kissing, and we ended up in bed. That was the first night.
We’ve come a long way, really.
August 3, 2008 at 11:28 pm | Filed under joyful girl, mr wonderful
Goodies from the lover: my gorilla pod, Batsing, and my external hard drive, Bhoy Backup! It’s been here (by here, I mean the Philippines) over a month but I only got it yesterday (with Mordo’s help!).
The first thing my dad said, after seeing what the gorilla pod is for: “Can we attach that to Peachy so we can have a Cat Cam?” (and no, I didn’t attempt. Maybe if I find a lighter camera). I’m so happy, especially for Bhoy Backup; I transferred my Gossip Girl and Veronica Mars episodes along with a bunch of other movies and videos and that easily freed up 10 gigs of laptop space. Next on my list: more RAM.
Batsing as a bird made out of tumors/a creature in need of finding out the latest life insurance rates (wait, what?):
July 31, 2008 at 3:13 pm | Filed under the internets
Wordle is a toy for generating “word clouds” from text that you provide. The clouds give greater prominence to words that appear more frequently in the source text. You can tweak your clouds with different fonts, layouts, and color schemes.
My blog’s word cloud:
My tumblr’s word cloud:
I’m a big fan of typography and color (and the art of fence installation huhlolz) so it’s not surprising that I am enjoying creating word cloud after word cloud a little too much. I especially love how the words beautifully relate to each other, despite the jumble and the random placement.
Hi, my name's Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 23. My first socio-political scandal will happen at the age of 35 and will include men, sushi, an African country, and lots of money. My lover is the greatest. 
