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Name: Karrie
Country: United States
State: Illinois
Birthday: 4/3/1980
Gender: Female
Interests: Playing with animals, vegging on the couch watching either of two opposites: trashy tv shows or nerdy tv shows (ie Myth Busters, Medical Mysteries, CSI), wandering around outside when it's warm, listening to all sorts of music, indulging the white trash in me by watching Nascar or local races, unlocking the mysteries of the brain, reading all sorts of interesting blogs, and somehow being content while being stuck in the neverending story known as graduate school.
Expertise: Being indecisive, Better Than Ezra songs, procrastinating, mouse behavior, and I'm working on becoming an expert in Neuroscience by getting my PhD in it.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
Member Since:
12/2/2003
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| I got my first facial ever today, followed by a cheap (actually ended up being free) wash and blow dry at the local beauty school today.
If I knew how much of a self-esteem boost I'd leave the place with, I'd have gone years ago. I was told that I have great skin, which I even have in writing on the list of stuff she tried to sell me. Then, when I got my hair washed and blow dried by a girl who I seriously believe had never washed or blow dried another human being's hair before (which is why I think it was free), she couldn't stop saying that my hair was soft as silk and very healthy. Which, incidentally, I got to hear several times, because she took about 45 minutes to blow dry my hair (that was with no styling, just a simple blow dry).
I honestly was emotionally preparing for that scene in Truth About Cats and Dogs where Uma Thurman takes Janeane Garofalo to the department store makeup counter, and after seeing herself in harsh lighting and a super-magnifying mirror and being told by the saleswoman that she has large pores, it cuts to her crying and clutching a huge bag of products. I figured I'd be told all the horrible things about my skin and how horrible I was taking care of it. Maybe they just all are taught to compliment something about the skin of the person, and since my girl couldn't come up with something good, so instead just stuck with the generic "great skin" thing...
Even though it took about three hours to get a facial and wash and blow dry my hair, it was still enjoyable! Oh, and it was pouring down raining when I left, so the 45-minute blow dry was immediately wet again.
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| End-of-Summer PANIC has set in.
Where did it go?!?
(PS - global warming, I expect to hear from you this fall and winter, by the way)
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| If you've ever seen America's Next Top Model (ANTM), you know how mean those girls can get. There's the interviews one-on-one where the b-word is thrown around liberally. Every year, there's several PC violations regarding weight, attractiveness, actual disorders and the like.
This year will top them all.
They've got a transgendered contestant.
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| I just bought three more pairs of shoes while out shopping with a friend. I couldn't help myself - I had an uber-cheap vacation (under $200 in the end), and some money I got for selling myself to science, so I had a bit extra. I decided to splurge, and while talking with my friend, I was trying to come up with an estimate of how many shoes I own. I guessed around 60, and when I got home I actually did the tally:
15 pairs of flip flops
2 pairs of flat sandals
8 pairs of tennis shoes (one kept at work, one for grungy stuff, one for the animal shelter, the rest for me)
8 pairs of boots (dress and utilitarian)
35 pairs of other shoes
3 pairs just purchased today
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71 pairs of shoes!!!
Yeah, guess I'm a bit obsessed.
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| I've never had a poison ivy rash before, but I think I've changed that as of today.
I was retrieving some stuff from the side of my apartment to put out in the trash (it's been sitting there for 2 years, if someone wanted it, it would have been used by now is my theory), and I had flip flops on. The back of one of my ankles now has a couple little raised bumps that are too small to be mosquito bites, and they're itchy.
Now when I think about it, every single place on my itches. My arm, my neck, my leg, my foot - I hate that feeling!
I hope it doesn't appear everywhere...
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