<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332</id><updated>2011-11-28T09:25:39.226-08:00</updated><category term='Hair'/><category term='Game'/><category term='Tattoo'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Dye'/><category term='Tutorial'/><category term='Bus Adventures'/><category term='Various Activities'/><category term='Body Mod'/><category term='Petals Around the Rose'/><category term='Welcome'/><category term='Clothes'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>May Flowers</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-694571408095125523</id><published>2011-11-28T08:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T09:25:39.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I've been up to this last month.</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;I BREATHED MATHEW MURPHY'S AIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yIX4trf8U0/TtO3oN9l9iI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UbwQs5Xotas/s1600/WombatsMurphAaF141210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yIX4trf8U0/TtO3oN9l9iI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UbwQs5Xotas/s320/WombatsMurphAaF141210.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't he beautiful??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yeah. I went to The Wombats concert. Sam bought us tickets and I love him. It was the single most amazing night of my life. We were up front, and I got some nifty pictures (that are actually kinda shitty 'cause they're on my phone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v62vMcLVAEA/TtO3k6SY9QI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1H3Sk6zheNw/s1600/1107012155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v62vMcLVAEA/TtO3k6SY9QI/AAAAAAAAAKA/1H3Sk6zheNw/s1600/1107012155.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why are you so perfect?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpDDSCKVJCY/TtO3lQwUfPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wpCZDEPc_r0/s1600/1107012157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpDDSCKVJCY/TtO3lQwUfPI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wpCZDEPc_r0/s1600/1107012157.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJbRppry4nE/TtO3ljdiuzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yIDkoucfYJU/s1600/1107012157a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FJbRppry4nE/TtO3ljdiuzI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yIDkoucfYJU/s1600/1107012157a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yeah. It was awesome. I got a part of the set list (it got all torn up when he put it in the crowd, but I got some!) and it is now framed with my ticket. I swear, guys, I think I'm in love. I'm tellin' you, it's that curly hair, always gets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't know the Wombats, check them out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL389723430EACB106&amp;amp;feature=mh_lolz"&gt;Wombats!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've sort of learned Let's Dance to Joy Division on bass. I say sort of, 'cause I'm not that great of a bass player... And I'm no where near as good as Tord. He is a bass playing GOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I also cut my hair! Look!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZe71bd8PTc/TtO8IwEh6sI/AAAAAAAAAKo/htk9FzG0yQ4/s1600/1114011724.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oZe71bd8PTc/TtO8IwEh6sI/AAAAAAAAAKo/htk9FzG0yQ4/s1600/1114011724.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Short, asymmetrical, and orange!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yeah. It took four days. But, I got it done for free! Beauty school for the wiiin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day one, my instructor Lyndon came up to me and just said "Today's the day" very ominously. He got really sick of my roots... Anyway, they used me as a model to review color. My other instructor, Michelle, actually did the whole thing. They had to lighten my hair in attempts to get most of the pink out, and to match my new growth to the rest of my hair. That worked fine, the pink didn't come all the way out, but it was fine for our desired result. We used a demi-permanent color (I won't post my formula, because it's ridiculously confusing) because using permanent on my scalp would probably been a bad idea. Now, the orange color took to most of my hair... But some of my hair is so fried it didn't take at all. Oh my.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to cut it and see what it looked like, but I had to go home for the day, as it was 4:30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day two, we tried to color it again, this time with permanent color. Again, it didn't take. Why? Oh, I'll tell you why. THERE'S NO CUTICLE ON SOME OF MY HAIR. It's so bad. T-T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day three, IT ALL CAME OFF. We cut my hair. When strands of hair about a foot long started coming off, I sort of freaked out. But, it looks good, so I'm happy! Now it's been a couple weeks, and I'm learning how to style it, so I like it more. However, the color was still kinda iffy... But it almost looked like highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day four, Lyndon the magician found a jar of discontinued "stain" (which is basically semi-permanent color), and decided we should try that on my poor, poor hair. AND IT WORKED. Not only did it work, but it matched perfectly! He also made me a special conditioner, and now my hair looks wonderful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I can look like Misty from Pokemon if I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGNqL5So0ng/TtO75Y0uFVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DsZv2j3bCg0/s1600/downsized_1111011845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hGNqL5So0ng/TtO75Y0uFVI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DsZv2j3bCg0/s1600/downsized_1111011845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;See?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for more Aveda news. I've&amp;nbsp;successfully&amp;nbsp;finished Intro, and I'm an Intro II student now! (There are six phases at Aveda. Intro, Intro II, Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Salon Life. I'll probably refer to these later.) Now I've learned make up applications, waxing, tinting, manicures, and pedicures. And sometime this week (probably tomorrow) I'll have my first real client!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;FUCK.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;I'M SO SCARED.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will for sure be doing manicures on Saturday, but I'm not that scared for that. Nails are easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAVE TO CUT HAIR. ON SOMEONE I DON'T KNOW, SO THEY CAN ACTUALLY GET MAD AT ME. FUUUUCK.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just need to chill out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'll stop rambling now, this is getting long. Hopefully I'll start posting more so these don't get so ridiculous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's more Wombats for you (and me) to stare at in wonderment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spjreiHEZp8/TtPDuyZqHvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ULW13q_pLuM/s1600/wombats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spjreiHEZp8/TtPDuyZqHvI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ULW13q_pLuM/s320/wombats.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;God I love them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-Caitlin May&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-694571408095125523?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/694571408095125523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-what-ive-been-up-to-this-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/694571408095125523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/694571408095125523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-is-what-ive-been-up-to-this-last.html' title='This is what I&apos;ve been up to this last month.'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yIX4trf8U0/TtO3oN9l9iI/AAAAAAAAAKY/UbwQs5Xotas/s72-c/WombatsMurphAaF141210.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-3438564493600426740</id><published>2011-09-25T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T11:33:08.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AVEDA And Pin-Up girl Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;OH MY GOD AVEDA IS WORKING ME TO DEATH. In the most wonderful way possible. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my second week, and I FUCKING LOVE AVEDA OH MY GOD. I have never, ever, in my entire life, been so excited about school. I always look forward to what we'll be doing the next day. We've been cutting/styling our mannequin heads a bunch, and I've been learning so much about hair. It's fucking amazing. I don't even really notice how awkward it is that I'm in class with my ex-boyfriend all day. (Except for that time we had to practice massage/shampooing on each other. Aaawkwaaard.)&lt;br /&gt;The only downside is I'm there from 9am to 4:30pm. And I ride the bus. So I have to wake up at 6am, and usually don't get home until sometime around 6-7pm. And then I talk to Sam so much I don't get enough sleep. And I'm definitely not complaining about that, 'cause I love talking to/skyping with him. I've also been going to his dorm a lot, which is cool. BUT THEN I GET NO SLEEP. FUUUU-.&lt;br /&gt;I was there last night, after school, and I was so fucking tired. I got home around 11:30pm, put on my footie pajamas, Skyped with Dana, but got off right away because I was SO FUCKING TIRED. I don't have class today, so I'm sitting around trying to revive myself. And waiting for Sarah to text me back 'cause it's her birthday and I want to see her!&lt;br /&gt;But yeah. I do my first real haircut next Saturday. On my older sister. Diiicks, I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;I've also been learning some neat tricks about hair. Like this; if you want your hair to look super shiny, while your blow drying it, make sure to blow &lt;i&gt;down &lt;/i&gt;the hair shaft. This causes the cuticle of the hairs to close more, and reflect more light, thus making hair look shiny and smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is super friendly at Aveda, too. I love everyone in my class! This was definitely the best choice for me. c:&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll try and post more with interesting tidbits of Aveda stuff. Now here are some pictures of me lookin' like a Pin-Up girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiHDUeE3mwM/Tn9wa5GfTwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ow5MEwS_F8Y/s1600/0123011449a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiHDUeE3mwM/Tn9wa5GfTwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ow5MEwS_F8Y/s320/0123011449a.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was one of my first attempts. After watching many YouTube videos, I sort of got the hang of it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc3psw7dK-s/Tn9wcKrp6LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Gx2-W3w-GoM/s1600/0309011645.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nc3psw7dK-s/Tn9wcKrp6LI/AAAAAAAAAJA/Gx2-W3w-GoM/s320/0309011645.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fPM2LuElhA/Tn9wd-cWbWI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OoCqPcHUcaQ/s1600/0409011739b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fPM2LuElhA/Tn9wd-cWbWI/AAAAAAAAAJE/OoCqPcHUcaQ/s320/0409011739b.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't get any pictures of the dress I was wearing, but it was perfect! I'll add some later, I'm sure.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9CHHqusf5g/Tn9wfaOU5VI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OEFNnlPL4Nc/s1600/0409012038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9CHHqusf5g/Tn9wfaOU5VI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OEFNnlPL4Nc/s320/0409012038.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, okay, I just love this dress. I want it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lCu43nphQc/Tn9wZGFelUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/An8OibFJ9nY/s1600/IMG_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0lCu43nphQc/Tn9wZGFelUI/AAAAAAAAAI4/An8OibFJ9nY/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did a bad job on my hair...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdt9j40riR0/Tn9whJzs2cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MZV2yIT3l9U/s1600/0519011653a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sdt9j40riR0/Tn9whJzs2cI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MZV2yIT3l9U/s320/0519011653a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately, there are no good pictures of the hair this day. Which is sad, 'cause it looked good. But look at my&amp;nbsp;dandelion!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8XBimqokPc/Tn9wjKmLYKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o-WuT1wxUVk/s1600/0704011222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m8XBimqokPc/Tn9wjKmLYKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/o-WuT1wxUVk/s320/0704011222.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my favorites. Fourth of July. People kept saying I looked like Marilyn Monroe. &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWgilGqtxs4/Tn9wlMpb2eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FPOAOLlo67w/s1600/0729012133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWgilGqtxs4/Tn9wlMpb2eI/AAAAAAAAAJU/FPOAOLlo67w/s320/0729012133.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like how I did the cat eye here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RReA9lTDgjM/Tn9wm9Z1qNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2eWBj0zuXs0/s1600/0906011717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RReA9lTDgjM/Tn9wm9Z1qNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2eWBj0zuXs0/s320/0906011717.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaand that's how I looked on my first day at Aveda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. I enjoy looking like a Pin-Up girl. And taking pictures of myself. I need to good camera/someone to take pictures of me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;lt;3 Caitlin May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-3438564493600426740?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3438564493600426740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-god-aveda-is-working-me-to-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/3438564493600426740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/3438564493600426740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-god-aveda-is-working-me-to-death.html' title='AVEDA And Pin-Up girl Photos'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OiHDUeE3mwM/Tn9wa5GfTwI/AAAAAAAAAI8/Ow5MEwS_F8Y/s72-c/0123011449a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-6333240835968820565</id><published>2011-09-12T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T10:42:40.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goodness, I officially start school tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>You guys, I'm so excited. But I'm also ridiculously scared. I've been preparing for Aveda for a YEAR, and now I finally start!&lt;br /&gt;I just bought a bunch of black clothes yesterday (hooray for simple uniforms, am I right?) including these absolutely&amp;nbsp;adorable&amp;nbsp;shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ABPsEOQW8/Tm4uxu0cVKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h51j--FWUfA/s1600/0911011428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ABPsEOQW8/Tm4uxu0cVKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h51j--FWUfA/s320/0911011428.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dana thinks I'm crazy for wanting to cut hair in these.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, they may have been the tiniest bit impractical to buy. BUT I LOVE THEM YOU CAN'T MAKE ME BRING THEM BACK. They were only $25 dollars! (At Target, where I buy all of my stuff...) And, I can totally justify buying them. I had to buy dress pants, because they're the only kind of actual pants I'm allowed to wear (I'm gonna be wearing leggings every. Single. Day. I love leggings.) but, as I have a long torso and short legs, dress pants always, always, ALWAYS bunch up around my ankles, and just look bad. But with these heels, they stay straight, don't drag on the floor, and just look better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;One happy thing about those dress pants (besides justifying the shoes...) is they're a size 2! A 2!! Granted, I doubt I fit in to a 2 in anything BUT these pants (jeans are much tighter), but it was a HUGE confidence boost to realize the 4 (which is &lt;u&gt;still&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;smaller than my normal size) was too small, and the 2 fit just right. I normally don't put a whole lot of stock in to sizes (I'm perfectly happy with my body just the way it is, and, as a bonus, Sam is, too.) but man. Realizing I could fit in a size 2, and do it comfortably? I won't lie, it made me feel very, very, &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; good about myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;(I would post more pictures of my new clothes, but they're nothing exciting. Just some black shirts, really.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also figured out what I want to do with my hair tomorrow. It's so cute, but, it takes me like, two hours. Yeah, I'll be falling asleep at like, 6 pm tonight. (Lol, yeah right.) Anyway, I got the basic idea for the style from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Vintage-Hairstyling-Step---Step-Techniques/dp/0981663915/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1315844410&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Vintage Hairstyling (By Lauren Rennells)&lt;/a&gt;, which is basically my hair bible. But, my hair was too short for the style in the book, so I&amp;nbsp;tweaked&amp;nbsp;it a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujHKTXkxvt4/Tm4x6xp9RVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RvY5ZMWdRzI/s1600/0906011717.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ujHKTXkxvt4/Tm4x6xp9RVI/AAAAAAAAAHA/RvY5ZMWdRzI/s320/0906011717.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Almost like a beehive. It's a lot bigger than this picture shows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so in to the pin-up girl look, it's ridiculous. I'll have to post some of my pictures sometime. (Fourth of July, oh man. I looked like a retro GODDESS.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The only problem is, as stated before, it takes me so long to do... And I'm possibly taking the bus (which takes 2 hours), so I'll have to wake up at like... 4 am. Oh well. It's not like I'll be sleeping at all anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now if that wasn't enough ranting, I have even MORE personal stuff to talk about. Feel free to stop reading here if your not interested in my personal life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I realize I mention Sam quite a bit in my posts, and I've never really said who he is. Well, if you couldn't figure it out from how much I gush about him, he's my boyfriend of about 6 months. (Actually, if I remember correctly, it'll be exactly 6 months tomorrow.) He's also pretty much the most amazing person I've ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKNDY0mftfI/Tm4z0PkK0KI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gukZ1XAGK94/s1600/image23.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKNDY0mftfI/Tm4z0PkK0KI/AAAAAAAAAHE/gukZ1XAGK94/s320/image23.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's us at Prom this year (on the left). I was still a blonde then. cx&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Anyway, our relationship story is kinda funny. Dana "set us up" on a friend-date (though we had never met...) for our semi-formal winter dance, because I didn't have anyone to go with, and she really wanted me to go. We hit it off amazingly, and about a month later, we started dating. It was pretty casual for a while, but started getting serious in the summer.&lt;div&gt;Last month, we went to the Japanese&amp;nbsp;Lantern&amp;nbsp;Lighting Festival at Como Zoo with Dana and her boyfriend, Nathan. Now, I'm gonna take a break to say I looked really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hm4h4P29Mm4/Tm43SUkC5LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ESJRimzbijQ/s1600/0821011442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hm4h4P29Mm4/Tm43SUkC5LI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ESJRimzbijQ/s320/0821011442.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/MichellePhan"&gt;Michelle Phan&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for giving me awesome make up ideas!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Anyway, on our way back to my house, we started talking, about pretty serious things, too. There a little bit of that "Where is this relationship going?" conversation, and we both said we were pretty optimistic about it. I won't go in to too much detail, but the night ended with us saying "I love you" too each other for the first time. And let me tell you, it was awesome.&lt;div&gt;Much more recently (this past Saturday, to be precise), we had a much longer, more intense and serious relationship conversation. Again, I won't go in to too much detail, as I'm sure it's not terribly interesting for anyone reading this, I just like talking about it (and it takes my mine off of my nerves). We mostly talked about the future, including things like marriage and kids. Usually, this would freak me out, as I'm only 18, and never saw myself as being one to have such a serious relationship so young (Sam's values are much more traditional than my own, as he's Baptist, and I'm not religiously affiliated with anything, really), but strangely enough, it actually just makes me really happy and excited. Now, we're not talking about any of this happening &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;, but more of it being part of a potential future after I'm done with Aveda and he's done with college (or, at least, not in his freshman year).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I think that's enough for my little rant. I'm just ridiculously happy about all of this, and it gives me an excuse to do something other than my little biography assignment for Aveda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M SO FUCKING NERVOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh, I better work on that. Okay guys, sorry if this is a little ridiculous and more personal than my other posts. I'll be posting a lot about my Aveda experiences (and some tips/guides here and there about hair and make up!) soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Caitlin May&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-6333240835968820565?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/6333240835968820565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-my-goodness-i-officially-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/6333240835968820565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/6333240835968820565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-my-goodness-i-officially-start.html' title='Oh my goodness, I officially start school tomorrow.'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u1ABPsEOQW8/Tm4uxu0cVKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/h51j--FWUfA/s72-c/0911011428.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-8906692526940088502</id><published>2011-08-08T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T09:10:12.801-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Various Activities'/><title type='text'>Sam's Birthday! And other various things.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I haven't been posting a lot lately, though I don't think the few of you who actually read this mind... ANYWAY, Sam's birthday was yesterday! He's finally 18! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, we spent the whole day getting in to birthday shenanigans. He met Ezekiel, my Hookah, down by the river for some adult-initiation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lsgzvBnGk4/TkAFiN1L9rI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MOPBgLlsMN8/s1600/0808011039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lsgzvBnGk4/TkAFiN1L9rI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MOPBgLlsMN8/s320/0808011039.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;That's him! And some Starbuzz tobacco Melon Blue sheesha. It's tasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Of course, I baked him a birthday cake. It was cherry-chocolate marble cake, and absolutely amazing, if I do say so myself. The recipe I used can be found &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/cherry-chocolate-marble-cake/detail.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and the chocolate frosting can be found &lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/creamy-chocolate-frosting/detail.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. What can I say, I'm kind of a baking fanatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHnEiLkZE_Q/TkAFkrbuDhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/05u6htqNMs0/s1600/0806011513.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UHnEiLkZE_Q/TkAFkrbuDhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/05u6htqNMs0/s320/0806011513.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Isn't it pretty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿We went and saw Captain America, which was actually pretty good. I love me some super hero movies, don't get me wrong, but I was a little iffy on Captain America. However, I really did enjoy the movie. It didn't have as much... Substance? As I would have liked, but it was still well done. And the preview for the Avengers at the end? Yeah, I'm really excited. (Mostly just because I love Robert Downey Jr., but we'll ignore that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also... Moved... Furniture... My dad was moving couches and made us help. It was a liiittle ridiculous (the couch gouged out a bunch of paint on its way upstairs) but it wasn't a huge deal. After all that, I made him dinner, just some pasta ('cause I'm actually not that great of a cook), but he liked it. According to him, it was the perfect birthday, so I feel accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also looked pretty cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyRa6uuJRKk/TkAFomv87KI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RYOVgZ24zk0/s1600/0808011036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PyRa6uuJRKk/TkAFomv87KI/AAAAAAAAAGs/RYOVgZ24zk0/s320/0808011036.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Tunic/Dress with a waist belt, and my new favorite red shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿We went swing dancing this week, too, and that was loads of fun. Though we didn't actually dance that much... We ended up spending a couple hours at a Perkins. It was basically just an excuse for us to meet Dana's new boyfriend, and for me to see Dana before she left for Florida. I can't wait until she gets back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wore my Bettie Page dress, and, of course, my new red shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HtitSb5-E44/TkAFmqkLPhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nMfztBtmSRM/s1600/0808011037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HtitSb5-E44/TkAFmqkLPhI/AAAAAAAAAGo/nMfztBtmSRM/s320/0808011037.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dress; "Gabrielle", Bettie Page, $136. Shoes; Target, $12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a good time. Now, I will be anxiously awaiting Dana's return to Minnesota, and spending lots of time with Sam. Or at home, playing Pokemon and stuff like that.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-8906692526940088502?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8906692526940088502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/08/sams-birthday-and-other-various-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/8906692526940088502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/8906692526940088502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/08/sams-birthday-and-other-various-things.html' title='Sam&apos;s Birthday! And other various things.'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6lsgzvBnGk4/TkAFiN1L9rI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MOPBgLlsMN8/s72-c/0808011039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-959394563145559528</id><published>2011-07-29T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T17:08:53.527-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Various Activities'/><title type='text'>GUYS I FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY BANGS.</title><content type='html'>Just so you know. I learned they need to be given more volume. The lovely people of Gaia Online's Real Life Fashion &amp;amp; Style forum&amp;nbsp;showed me how to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ys4wXCZNfPc/TjNK7EK9iFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aZfcV5aXGIU/s1600/0729011858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ys4wXCZNfPc/TjNK7EK9iFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aZfcV5aXGIU/s320/0729011858.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm apparently just a liiitle stupid, but now I feel like I can enjoy them much more. Just give 'em a little boost by "curling" them with my flat iron, and I like them a million times more. You can't really see the difference in the picture, but I can tell. I feel so much better about them now.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I finished Sam's birthday card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt8xLwkcZXo/TjNLVYf-DTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AXD9az--EHI/s1600/0728012052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mt8xLwkcZXo/TjNLVYf-DTI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AXD9az--EHI/s320/0728012052.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;His birthday's not until next Sunday... But I'm excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-959394563145559528?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/959394563145559528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/guys-i-feel-better-about-my-bangs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/959394563145559528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/959394563145559528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/guys-i-feel-better-about-my-bangs.html' title='GUYS I FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY BANGS.'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ys4wXCZNfPc/TjNK7EK9iFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aZfcV5aXGIU/s72-c/0729011858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-7812010418318641588</id><published>2011-07-28T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T09:19:07.868-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Various Activities'/><title type='text'>My legs hurt.</title><content type='html'>Hello! &lt;br /&gt;I've started working out (finally), because I have the house to myself for most of the day, and there's a tredmil no one uses... So... It's now mine. But don't tell anyone. (I can't excersize in front of people...)&lt;br /&gt;The other day I went to yoga with Dana, and it was wonderful! I felt very refreshed and relaxed. The fact I was about three blocks from my ex-boyfriend's house didn't really help, though... &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been running mostly, and doing some crunches/sit-ups here and there to try and burn some extra fat, especially around my thighs and mid-section. If anyone knows good work outs, I'd love to hear about them! &lt;br /&gt;But now, my legs hurt like CRAZY. I hung out with Sam today, we watched Goblet of Fire and I FINALLY saw Fight Club (which is AMAZING), and every time I got up and had to walk, I was kinda wobbling and whimpering in pain. It was pretty bad. But, Sam said I looked sexy, so it's so worth it. Sooo woooorth iiiiit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, I have to figure out what to do for Sam's birthday. He turns 18 next Sunday! I've got a little more than a week to&amp;nbsp;figure out what we're gonna do... I have some general ideas. I'm gonna bake him a big chocolate/cherry cake, and we're gonna go smoke my hookah down by the river, and I'll possibly bring a picnic for us at that point. And then, I think I'll make him dinner later... But I have no idea what to do in between all of this! And I want to draw him something ('cause I'm broke as FUCK, and I'm really bad at buying presents anyway) but I have no idea WHAT. Maybe I'll just make him a big crazy card... I'll figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;Bleh, I'm just freaking out&amp;nbsp;a little bit. He made my 18th birthday so awesome, I want to do the same for him! It's painful. I think I just need to figure out what kind of food to make... And I really don't want to have to cook meat. I mean, I will if I HAVE to, but I feel that would be wrong as a vegetarian...&lt;br /&gt;Uff. I'll figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Snape to reward you for reading my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHYTuGyqg1c/TjGL5LZgzQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_ZhegAmyNt8/s1600/lovemaking-1-1-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHYTuGyqg1c/TjGL5LZgzQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_ZhegAmyNt8/s320/lovemaking-1-1-1.jpg" t$="true" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-7812010418318641588?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/7812010418318641588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-legs-hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/7812010418318641588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/7812010418318641588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-legs-hurt.html' title='My legs hurt.'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wHYTuGyqg1c/TjGL5LZgzQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/_ZhegAmyNt8/s72-c/lovemaking-1-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-2398541965359307371</id><published>2011-07-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:19:43.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Various Activities'/><title type='text'>Playing with hair, contacts, all-around just bored.</title><content type='html'>Yeah. I've been pretty bored lately. Sam's been out of town and I'm kinda bummed. :/ Oh well. I've been playing around with my hair more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--u4Fc27x_ZY/Ti2E7PuU4fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d20RNDSfU48/s1600/0715011821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--u4Fc27x_ZY/Ti2E7PuU4fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d20RNDSfU48/s320/0715011821.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o7XUAgNBBQc/Ti2E9ISeX8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2v2XAFKP0fU/s1600/0715012208.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o7XUAgNBBQc/Ti2E9ISeX8I/AAAAAAAAAE4/2v2XAFKP0fU/s320/0715012208.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I definitely like it better curly. I just got some hot rollers, so I don't have to spend quite as much time on my curls. I've got them in for a test run right now, crossing my fingers that it turns out good!&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was at my friend Alyssa's house, and she's big into the whole Himegyaru thing. Big contacts and wigs and stuff. So I played with her stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MX9I2RsXVKo/Ti2E_ToCBxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MBLqDBdpIt8/s1600/0723011130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MX9I2RsXVKo/Ti2E_ToCBxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/MBLqDBdpIt8/s320/0723011130.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Maybe I'll do this to my hair next....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1lgM7evs6LU/Ti2FBUneviI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6sQHhwD8Gto/s1600/0723011145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1lgM7evs6LU/Ti2FBUneviI/AAAAAAAAAFA/6sQHhwD8Gto/s320/0723011145.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Look at how big my eyes are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SKbDwAtDcuI/Ti2FD4LojbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qN5DOjCRAgs/s1600/0723011242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SKbDwAtDcuI/Ti2FD4LojbI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qN5DOjCRAgs/s320/0723011242.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm debating if I want to buy some circle lenses... They're really cute, but I'm not used to wearing contacts, so they feel weird.... But they're really cute. The ones I'm wearing are blue, but they look kinda aqua 'cause my eyes are green. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbZRnX0XeTI/Ti2IOptL0iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z10_rkzNvRY/s1600/0725010956.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EbZRnX0XeTI/Ti2IOptL0iI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z10_rkzNvRY/s320/0725010956.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment of truth, I'm gonna go take the curlers out. Let's see if I did it right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otBC0vpATeM/Ti2IQywMfrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NzL8wLoRCTU/s1600/0725011008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otBC0vpATeM/Ti2IQywMfrI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NzL8wLoRCTU/s320/0725011008.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hair curlers are weird...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7R0AiGiJFpg/Ti2ITPfBA2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YVdFz6hrEKM/s1600/0725011012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7R0AiGiJFpg/Ti2ITPfBA2I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/YVdFz6hrEKM/s320/0725011012.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;But I like the final result! After lots of pomade and hairspray and taming the curls, it turned out great! A little messy, but good. It's hard to get all of my hair in to just 20 rollers... But it's doable. And only took about half and hour, as opposed to the 2 hours it usually takes for me to get my hair to look like this. I love my new rollers. &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;(Remington Ionic Protective Hot Rollers. Less than 20 bucks at Target!)&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for today. There sure are a lot of pictures in this post.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-2398541965359307371?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2398541965359307371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/playing-with-hair-contacts-all-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/2398541965359307371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/2398541965359307371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/playing-with-hair-contacts-all-around.html' title='Playing with hair, contacts, all-around just bored.'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--u4Fc27x_ZY/Ti2E7PuU4fI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d20RNDSfU48/s72-c/0715011821.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-5404001772565273875</id><published>2011-07-17T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:50:32.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Various Activities'/><title type='text'>HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART TWO IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so everyone knows, I will be spilling some "secrets" here. So if you haven't read the books (in which case, you deserve spoilers...) or are waiting for the movie, I suggest you stop reading... Now. Right here. Stop now. Why are you still reading?? &lt;br /&gt;Siiigh, it's your own fault if anything gets spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;Now. The movie. Best. Fucking. Movie. Of. All. Time. I was absolutely blown away. I'm a huge Potter-nerd, but still. It was&amp;nbsp;so. SO. Good. I fucking loved it. I never cry at movies, EVER, but the half the movie I was bawling. When Snape died, I started getting teary eyed. Which surprised me, because I always secretly wanted Snape to be evil. When he looked at Harry and said "You.. You have your mothers eyes." I LOST IT. It was so perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zazMw_KoGWI/TiOZosk3isI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FIkgCYUB7I8/s1600/harrysnap.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zazMw_KoGWI/TiOZosk3isI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FIkgCYUB7I8/s320/harrysnap.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Noooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That scene gave me a new appreciation for the character of Severus Snape. He's just a confused guy who lost the girl he loved, not only to another boy, but to a cruel cruel fate. ﻿I'm sorry I thought you were evil, I love you now. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;From there, there wasn't a second where I wasn't crying. There was some laughter in the tears (like McGonagall saying "I've always wanted to use that spell!) and joining in some applause ("NOT MY DAUGHTER, YOU BITCH!" and Neville killing Nagini. EPIC scenes.) which is the best part about going at midnight. But the whole movie was so well put together I couldn't help but cry. There were some scenes, like when Harry was walking to his death, where it was all silent, and he was alone, that just showed the hopelessness of the situation so strongly that even though I knew what was happening, I was actually worried Voldemort was going to win. The whole movie was just so powerful, it was amazing. Oh, and who could forget Ron and Hermione's kiss?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_Wauh5Etvg/TiOceDr-uPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/elPujbrmo-M/s1600/281x211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N_Wauh5Etvg/TiOceDr-uPI/AAAAAAAAAEA/elPujbrmo-M/s1600/281x211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;It happens!! I just can't find a picture...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh my god, it was so good. Everything was perfect. But I couldn't accept my childhood ending, so I started reading the books again. Finished the first one in a day, no problem. I think I have it almost memorized now. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyWwCPuNcKo/TiOc4uVa2xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bxfRi1jVjSU/s1600/tumblr_lkvqlwA9nF1qiaaz1o1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SyWwCPuNcKo/TiOc4uVa2xI/AAAAAAAAAEE/bxfRi1jVjSU/s320/tumblr_lkvqlwA9nF1qiaaz1o1_400.png" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll miss you, Harry! You were my best friend growing up. I'll make sure you're loved in my house for generations to come. You all can bet my children will be raised on Tales of Beedle the Bard, mark my words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As for the actual premier itself, it was wonderful! I was a sort of half-hearted Tonks, simply because of my pink hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MyJoPjTgm7w/TiOdvL3sdPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GGtDSh5ETV0/s1600/0715010306.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MyJoPjTgm7w/TiOdvL3sdPI/AAAAAAAAAEI/GGtDSh5ETV0/s320/0715010306.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Terrible picture, sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿My shirt says "Keep Calm. It's gonna be totally awesome." If anyone recognizes this, you're my favorite person ever. For those of you who don't know, it's A Very Potter Musical, brought to you by Starkid. For all you Gleeks who like Blane/Darren Criss and don't know Starkid, SHAME ON YOU. Look 'em up on YouTube. AVPM, AVPS, Me and My Dick, and Starship are the best musicals ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ANYWAY, my friends did my hair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6539nnZGJj0/TiOeU49GTvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1D9UDocctWY/s1600/0715010306a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6539nnZGJj0/TiOeU49GTvI/AAAAAAAAAEM/1D9UDocctWY/s320/0715010306a.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I have no idea how she did the hair bow, sorry. ;;^^ I met a girl who was dressed like Teddy, she sat next to me. And she also goes to Aveda! And loves Doctor Who... and Miyazaki... I think I love her. So, sorry Sam, but another girl's gonna steal your girlfriend. It happens sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Sam and I played Harry Potter hangman while waiting for the movie to start. It was a good time. We went to Chipotle before, and still managed to be like, fifth in line. Due to a little... Sneaking around the crowd... We got the best seats. It. Was. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Siiigh, I want to go see it again.&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, Harry Potter is awesome, and I think I found a new way to do my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBLbYVXZR7w/TiOfJwsNU-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZkL-Hd-ETmg/s1600/0715011402.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YBLbYVXZR7w/TiOfJwsNU-I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZkL-Hd-ETmg/s320/0715011402.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Curls make the bangs look a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, "Tonks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-5404001772565273875?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5404001772565273875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows-part.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/5404001772565273875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/5404001772565273875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows-part.html' title='HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART TWO IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zazMw_KoGWI/TiOZosk3isI/AAAAAAAAAD8/FIkgCYUB7I8/s72-c/harrysnap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-9066858779590207827</id><published>2011-07-14T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:42:29.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Various Activities'/><title type='text'>Pink Hair and HARRYPOTTERTONIIIIGHT!!!</title><content type='html'>OHMYGODHARRYPOTTERCOMESOUTTONIGHT. Sam and I are going at midnight. I'm so exciteddd. &amp;lt;333&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't believe it's all coming to an end. I grew up with Harry! The first book came out when I was five... But I didn't start reading them 'till I was in... Second grade? And I've gone to every movie on the first day, and two (5 and 7.1) at midnight. AND, I've gone to the release of book 5,6, and 7 at midnight. In costume and all. I'm getting all sentimental... There won't be any more Harry Potter things to look forward to!! Except, of course, the giant, expensive box set of all the movies (with special features!) that I WILL be buying. Aaaah, I can't wait for this moviiie! It better be wonderful. And I know it will be, they always are. Except maybe Prisoner of Azkaban... But that's a rant for another time.&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I also have new pink hair. See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jW_swyIEP5Y/Th9Fiudh8GI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MI6tdDSIJck/s1600/0712011317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jW_swyIEP5Y/Th9Fiudh8GI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MI6tdDSIJck/s320/0712011317.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's pretty cute. I used Special Effects Cupcake Pink, a tiiiny bit of Manic Panic Electric Banana, Some Manic Panic Virgin Snow (about a 1/2 or 1/3&amp;nbsp;ratio to the Pink) and then diluted the crap out of it. 2 parts dye, 1 part conditioner. I'm happy with the results.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still kinda iffy on the Bettie Bangs. I love them, then I hate them, then I'm okay with them... I'm not really sure how to feel about them. But I think I might just let them grow out, as opposed to trimming them all the time. I'm not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;With my new pink hair, I may just say I'm Tonks at the premier. c: I know what I'm gonna wear.. I'll be sure to post a picture in my next post, which will, without a doubt, be about how amazing Harry Potter was.&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGODI'MSOEXCITED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-9066858779590207827?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/9066858779590207827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/pink-hair-and-harrypottertoniiiight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/9066858779590207827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/9066858779590207827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/pink-hair-and-harrypottertoniiiight.html' title='Pink Hair and HARRYPOTTERTONIIIIGHT!!!'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jW_swyIEP5Y/Th9Fiudh8GI/AAAAAAAAAD4/MI6tdDSIJck/s72-c/0712011317.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-807400034437867578</id><published>2011-07-11T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:13:10.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bus Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>What I do for a Haircut...</title><content type='html'>Hello! Today, I got my haircut at the Aveda Institute, which I will be attending myself in the fall. It was wonderful, and so worth the ridiculous treck.&lt;br /&gt;See... I don't have a car. I wrecked my van, Bessy, a long while back, and have been&amp;nbsp;busing or bumming rides whenever I need to go somewhere. And today... I had to bus both ways. From my almost-suburb in South St. Paul to North-ish&amp;nbsp;Minneapolis. Unless you live in the Twin Cities, you probably have no idea how ridiculously annoying that busride would be.&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you about it. My haircut appointment was at 4:30. I left the house at 2:10. It took me more than TWO. HOURS. To get there.&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, me being a genious, I got off of my second my second bus waaaay too early. I don't know the downtown Minneapolis layout at all. Luckily, I found my stop, after walking quite a bit, and caught my last bus with no problem. Finally got to Aveda, right on time. The girl who cut my hair was also blonde and named Caitlin! We bonded.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to explain what I wanted was a little tricky. She didn't really understand the U-bangs I wanted. Though when I said "Bettie Page," she understood more. Though I did have to fix them a little, I'm happy with the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdAmHEe2Fss/ThvGvn3AqsI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZsauiWDvOWc/s1600/0711011211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdAmHEe2Fss/ThvGvn3AqsI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZsauiWDvOWc/s320/0711011211.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Left looking like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KH5KHhvGJWw/ThvGxpNwLnI/AAAAAAAAADw/rKSPdt8cmi4/s1600/0711012020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KH5KHhvGJWw/ThvGxpNwLnI/AAAAAAAAADw/rKSPdt8cmi4/s320/0711012020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Came home like this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿I gotta get used to them, but I like the bangs. Sam said he likes them. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After, I left at 6, to go catch my bus home. It was a relatively normal, long busride, I didn't get lost, nothing exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;BUT THEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;On my last bus, this girl came and sat next to me. She put her head down, and was kind of shaking, but I didn't think anything of it. I was too into my music. After a while, I heard this weird splashing noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She threw up. On the bus. In the aisle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was absolutely disgusting. I'm pretty sure she was drunk. But, I didn't get any on me, so it's all good, I suppose. It was still something I never want to experience again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't get home until... a little after 8. I WAS GONE FOR SIX HOURS. FOR A HAIRCUT. That's dedication. Especially when I could have gone less than a mile away to my regular hairdresser. But, truth be told, I don't like her very much. Plus, I got a scalp and shoulder massage at Aveda. And now I smell like flowers. (For those who don't know, Aveda products are mostly&amp;nbsp;organic, and use plant and flower essences. And they smell AMAZING.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It... Was a good day. But a long one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm dying my hair pink tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-807400034437867578?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/807400034437867578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-do-for-haircut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/807400034437867578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/807400034437867578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/what-i-do-for-haircut.html' title='What I do for a Haircut...'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdAmHEe2Fss/ThvGvn3AqsI/AAAAAAAAADs/ZsauiWDvOWc/s72-c/0711011211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-240794641361791157</id><published>2011-07-03T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:40:01.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Various Activities'/><title type='text'>End of June; Hectic, Hectic, Hectic!</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness. I have been SO busy lately. My friend Sarah was in town from Florida for a few weeks, and there was NEVER&amp;nbsp;a dull moment!&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I can remember...&lt;br /&gt;Sarah had her orientation at the U campus... And after, we found the magical Hideaway, a headshop. Poor Dana couldn't come in, as she wasn't 18 yet. She waited patiently in a nearby coffee shop, ready to let us know if the JIG IS UP!&lt;br /&gt;There were body mod adventures, as stated in my last post, and lots of hookah smoking down by the river. Melon Blue sheesha (Starbuzz) is so so so good. It smells like fruit snacks!&lt;br /&gt;There were grad parties galore, and lots of Jumbo Mallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOXuZlg-5B0/ThEziEeGZEI/AAAAAAAAADY/R3BxRI1jT94/s1600/0619012026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOXuZlg-5B0/ThEziEeGZEI/AAAAAAAAADY/R3BxRI1jT94/s320/0619012026.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Why did I buy these...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿We FINALLY got Sarah to watch Star Wars. FINALLY. It took us&amp;nbsp;a couple days to get through all of them, but we did it! And it was good. Dana got a tattoo on her 18th birthday, and I got an AMAZING dress at the Bettie Page store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsiZqVraywc/ThE0eiAAwSI/AAAAAAAAADg/8tYJAUl7RW0/s1600/0627111600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsiZqVraywc/ThE0eiAAwSI/AAAAAAAAADg/8tYJAUl7RW0/s320/0627111600.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZEPR6vDLt8/ThE0cWJ-knI/AAAAAAAAADc/PHceE2afbTM/s1600/0622011836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vZEPR6vDLt8/ThE0cWJ-knI/AAAAAAAAADc/PHceE2afbTM/s320/0622011836.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Let's see... We went to the Pride festival (and got buttons with out picture on them!), went to a Dubstep show,&amp;nbsp;and ate more Taco Bell than any human should ever eat. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sarah left on Wednesday, and now I haven't really had anything to do. I've been watching Dana's pets, because she's out of town, and I haven't been sleeping well... I blame the pets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few days ago, I did so much hair I can hardly fathom it. Three people. Three! I even got paid! I've got customers and I haven't even started school, that's how good I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3YowyZADbs/ThE0iustZMI/AAAAAAAAADo/-sxPTuewQxo/s1600/0701011518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W3YowyZADbs/ThE0iustZMI/AAAAAAAAADo/-sxPTuewQxo/s320/0701011518.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Will's is definitely my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sam and I FINALLY started watching Lord of the Rings (I've never seen them!) and I must say, juding by the first one, they're REALLY good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow is the fourth of July, and Sam and I are going out to Stillwater to watch fireworks on the river. Who's excited? Me, I am! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I've been playing too much Pokemon...﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-240794641361791157?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/240794641361791157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/end-of-june-hectic-hectic-hectic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/240794641361791157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/240794641361791157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/07/end-of-june-hectic-hectic-hectic.html' title='End of June; Hectic, Hectic, Hectic!'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YOXuZlg-5B0/ThEziEeGZEI/AAAAAAAAADY/R3BxRI1jT94/s72-c/0619012026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-2443623978489862910</id><published>2011-06-17T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T20:33:51.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Body Mod'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Inked!</title><content type='html'>I FINALLY got my first tattoo! I'm so happy! After two days of running to tattoo shops to see if they'd do my tattoo (without an appointment, 'cause I'm super smart), the lovely Bambi and The Holy Mackerel (Downtown St. Paul, for any Minnesotans interested!) gave me my pretty pretty Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4ZaN4Hx7A4/TfwP4qcUYBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6kl4riEf13g/s1600/INK3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4ZaN4Hx7A4/TfwP4qcUYBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6kl4riEf13g/s320/INK3.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She even gave me the color for free! For a grand total of $72, including tip, my ankle got tortured and I now am branded with my homestate forever. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we went in to The Holy Mackerel in an attempt to get it done, but Bambi told me that it, unfortunately, wasn't her walk in day. My friend Sarah, however, got her Septum pierced by master piercer and owner of the Mackerel, Verno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hoo8srg8skg/TfwQt4n8sNI/AAAAAAAAADU/raLJtxzY8YY/s1600/Sarah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hoo8srg8skg/TfwQt4n8sNI/AAAAAAAAADU/raLJtxzY8YY/s320/Sarah.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cleaning her nose, eeeew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We fell in love with the shop, and&amp;nbsp;Verno. He's pretty much the coolest guy I've ever met. He was very professional, and just a real nice guy. He didn't mind Dana and I tagging along in the piercing room (which is full of crazy art), and&amp;nbsp;kept calling Sarah "Ladypants". Needless to say, it was a good experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We decided, after some more desperarte tattoo shop hopping, The Holy Mackerel was the best place.&amp;nbsp;This morning, at a little after noon (and after some Taco Bell), we went back, and Bambi got me ready for my tattoo. It&amp;nbsp;only took about 20 minutes, and turned out exactly how I&amp;nbsp;wanted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so happy about it! I can't wait to get more tattoos. Thanks to Bambi and the whole team at the Mackerel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--aS7PgaSN4U/TfwP1Dd1RLI/AAAAAAAAADI/AHVzcmCKXU4/s1600/INK.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--aS7PgaSN4U/TfwP1Dd1RLI/AAAAAAAAADI/AHVzcmCKXU4/s320/INK.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_3dHQ9zoQs/TfwP2uBAToI/AAAAAAAAADM/3koH8kCBP1Y/s1600/INK2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8_3dHQ9zoQs/TfwP2uBAToI/AAAAAAAAADM/3koH8kCBP1Y/s320/INK2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Getting inked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-2443623978489862910?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/2443623978489862910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/inked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/2443623978489862910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/2443623978489862910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/inked.html' title='Inked!'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S4ZaN4Hx7A4/TfwP4qcUYBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/6kl4riEf13g/s72-c/INK3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-965228471357582996</id><published>2011-06-08T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T19:12:00.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>The End of an Era.</title><content type='html'>Guess what? I graduate from high school tomorrow! It's finally done! &lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning today and put a bunch of old school things in a big cardboard box. I had about six years of my life compressed into a little box. It's so weird. It almost feels like a waste, seeing as how I'll be using the rest of my life forgetting everything I've learned in the public school system. Well, everything I've had shoved down my throat by teachers, at least. I guess there are some things I can take away from the entire 12 years in school, but I'll choose to just be happy about finally being done! I can't wait to start at Aveda in the fall!&lt;br /&gt;That's about it, I'm just really excited. &lt;br /&gt;I'll have a make-up tutorial up soon, for anyone interested. I just felt like I should try and post something every day, so I can actually get some followers...&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, it's so unreal. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-965228471357582996?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/965228471357582996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/965228471357582996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/965228471357582996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/end-of-era.html' title='The End of an Era.'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-8516021243198997348</id><published>2011-06-07T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:22:01.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Petals Around the Rose'/><title type='text'>Petals Around the Rose</title><content type='html'>I am going to murder someone because of this "game."&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like torturing yourself, click &lt;a href="http://www.borrett.id.au/computing/petals-j.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and you might just cry yourself to sleep when you figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind, the name of the game is important, the answer can only be even, and can only be 0-20. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah. I suggest you play without people harassing you. It took me so long to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine showed it to me MONTHS ago, and I couldn't figure it out, so I just forgot about it. She'd bring it up all the time, but I did my best to ignore it. Until last night, I was in a room full of "Potentates of the Rose," and three of us hadn't figured it out, including my boyfriend and I. The other two got it, but the answer still eluded me. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I get embarrassed REALLY easily, so I didn't want to guess a whole lot. I don't like drawing attention to myself. EVER. Especially when something like this is involved. So I went home, feeling like an idiot, and&amp;nbsp;I couldn't let this damn game beat me.&lt;br /&gt;I did eventually figure it out. And it made me want to shoot myself.&lt;br /&gt;So, if you feel like feeling stupid (or laughing at me feeling stupid), give it a whirl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to murder the creator. Look for it on the news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-8516021243198997348?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/8516021243198997348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/petals-around-rose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/8516021243198997348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/8516021243198997348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/petals-around-rose.html' title='Petals Around the Rose'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-5953258077108441232</id><published>2011-06-05T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T09:14:32.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tutorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dye'/><title type='text'>How to Dye Hair!</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I just dyed my hair not to long ago, so I decided to make a little tutorial. &lt;br /&gt;Please note, this is for BRIGHT hair. I did mine green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tools:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgRZaDSkhc0/TewcVZCtEqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OePg2s1myBc/s1600/0529011318.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgRZaDSkhc0/TewcVZCtEqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OePg2s1myBc/s320/0529011318.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. A plastic bag. Make sure it's big enough to cover your hair!&lt;br /&gt;2. Tin foil. I don't actually use any in this, but it can be used for highlights, if you want them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Hair clips. For separating. (Hair ties can be used too.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Brushes. Mix colors and can be used for application.&lt;br /&gt;5. Gloves. Protect your hands! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xS0cRMTm8ao/Tewc31c3iAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mhp_xR2B9ZY/s1600/0529011317.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xS0cRMTm8ao/Tewc31c3iAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Mhp_xR2B9ZY/s320/0529011317.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. Developer. I use 40 volume, because I have naturally dark hair (and I know how to use bleach and not kill myself), but I suggest you use 30 volume, maybe even 20. Only use the strong stuff if you know what you're doing!&lt;br /&gt;2. Lightener. Mixes with the developer to make bleach! I use white, but other colors can be used to. &lt;br /&gt;3. Colors! Manic Panic brand here, but in all honesty, I don't like it very much. We've got some toner on the end, as well. &lt;br /&gt;4. Plastic mixing bowls. These are actually just Tupperware... But you can use fancy ones, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Wear a T-shirt you don't care about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJtd-HRKkMQ/Tewd_rj4LwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2XWWH3Pjy5I/s1600/0529011312a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xJtd-HRKkMQ/Tewd_rj4LwI/AAAAAAAAAB8/2XWWH3Pjy5I/s320/0529011312a.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You're PROBABLY going to get bleach and hair dye on your shirt. Wear one you don't care about this happening to!&lt;br /&gt;Also, use a towel that can get dyed. This is mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1SiQQBRPt8/TeweUyldnXI/AAAAAAAAACA/0-tzyYWOu_Q/s1600/0209011901a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M1SiQQBRPt8/TeweUyldnXI/AAAAAAAAACA/0-tzyYWOu_Q/s320/0209011901a.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Step 1: Mix the Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;Mixing bleach is easy. Simply put scoops of lightener in a small non-metallic bowl. Your lightener should come with a scoop if in a barrel, but you can also buy pre-measured packets. A couple scoops should do, depending on how much hair your bleaching. Then, pour in the developer and mix! Keep in mind, if it's too thick or runny, just add more lightener or developer until it's creamy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ivRmP_cWok/TewfLR6kNWI/AAAAAAAAACE/fIk0DVHJHEQ/s1600/0529011321a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_ivRmP_cWok/TewfLR6kNWI/AAAAAAAAACE/fIk0DVHJHEQ/s320/0529011321a.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It should look something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Step 2: Separate the hair and bleach!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;If your bleaching your whole head, there's no need to pre-separate your hair. Just remember to go in sections. If you have a lot, you may want to section hair. If you're not, separate out the hair you don't want bleached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now, I'm only re-doing my roots. But, this goes for full bleaching as well. First, take a thin section...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHN_OS_HFqA/TewfPLpk4YI/AAAAAAAAACI/lJ1xpiw5NQ8/s1600/0529011323.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHN_OS_HFqA/TewfPLpk4YI/AAAAAAAAACI/lJ1xpiw5NQ8/s320/0529011323.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿And, using your application brush, or your GLOVED hands, apply bleach. Repeat over your whole head!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Clip off sections as you go, like so:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WOhzqB0pY6k/TewfSFYRlkI/AAAAAAAAACM/RV6pt5YVHyk/s1600/0529011337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WOhzqB0pY6k/TewfSFYRlkI/AAAAAAAAACM/RV6pt5YVHyk/s320/0529011337.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When your finished, you should look something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbwT1YlV-bo/TewfbAV3xXI/AAAAAAAAACU/DJW5OZHrjBs/s1600/0529011428.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FbwT1YlV-bo/TewfbAV3xXI/AAAAAAAAACU/DJW5OZHrjBs/s320/0529011428.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And now, wait NO LONGER than 90 minutes, until your hair is the shade you want. Generally, you'll be able to see the progress very easily, and feel free to wash a small section with water to check the progress if needed. Usually, an hour (for longer, darker hair) will be enough. For shorter/lighter hair, half an hour is usually enough. Just play it by eye.&lt;br /&gt;Tip: Your head WILL itch. Use something like a toothpick if you need to itch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Wash the Bleach.&lt;br /&gt;Using a pH balanced shampoo, wash your hair. If you're not doing color, use conditioner. But, if you are dying your hair, I suggest you avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bzP1GeO7Kc8/TewfkGQ1VAI/AAAAAAAAACo/EmPZ5aywHkg/s1600/0529011458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bzP1GeO7Kc8/TewfkGQ1VAI/AAAAAAAAACo/EmPZ5aywHkg/s320/0529011458.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This stuff is magic. Ion Color Solutions shampoo and conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dry your hair! Wet hair works just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Color!&lt;br /&gt;Put your color in a non-metallic bowl (or, if your not mixing, and it's in a jar-like container, just... open it). Mix and colors as needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GPfbSxVIt00/TewftLJncUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OnE3ZQ9K6kU/s1600/0529011520.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GPfbSxVIt00/TewftLJncUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OnE3ZQ9K6kU/s320/0529011520.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Seperate your hair as needed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-682V2Hx92Eg/Tewfndhw9LI/AAAAAAAAACs/L3XiJBzd3gg/s1600/0529011518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-682V2Hx92Eg/Tewfndhw9LI/AAAAAAAAACs/L3XiJBzd3gg/s320/0529011518.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have at it with colors! Use application brushes or your hands, whatever your comfortable with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Note: While gloves are nice at this point, they're not needed. You'll just have colorful hands for a few days. (You can just wash the gloved you used to bleach, they're reusable!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you go, clip up colored sections. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeVnAmJjBiw/Tewfvz3TehI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7_jYUqsCUQs/s1600/0529011542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeVnAmJjBiw/Tewfvz3TehI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7_jYUqsCUQs/s320/0529011542.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿Once done, put the bag on your head. It's silly, but DO IT. It'll help set the color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzCAtOJbVxA/TewfzBrYczI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vJ57hloIIFM/s1600/0529011542a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzCAtOJbVxA/TewfzBrYczI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vJ57hloIIFM/s320/0529011542a.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, use a handy-dandy hair dryer and blow dry your pretty, bad covered head. Heat helps the color become VIBRANT! (You don't have to do this the entire time, just every once in a while as you wait.)&lt;br /&gt;Leave the color in for 20-30 minutes, then wash out with water until it runs clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: Finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rks2bwD2hjQ/TewffKqmuFI/AAAAAAAAACg/gvQvwNO3yRc/s1600/0529011635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rks2bwD2hjQ/TewffKqmuFI/AAAAAAAAACg/gvQvwNO3yRc/s320/0529011635.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yaaay, you're done! Now, if you don't like it, or want to add more color, simply repeat step 5. I didn't like this, so I added green.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Op6urLSyI1k/TewkoB0bToI/AAAAAAAAADE/ehhiStObFzE/s1600/0529012138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Op6urLSyI1k/TewkoB0bToI/AAAAAAAAADE/ehhiStObFzE/s320/0529012138.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, be careful with how you care for your hair. Use color-friendly shampoo's, avoid hot water, and only wash your hair every couple of days. Do NOT wash your hair for at least 48 hours after dying. Depending on the color, you will probably have to re-do your hair every couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all! Hope this helps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-5953258077108441232?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/5953258077108441232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-dye-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/5953258077108441232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/5953258077108441232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-to-dye-hair.html' title='How to Dye Hair!'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rgRZaDSkhc0/TewcVZCtEqI/AAAAAAAAAB0/OePg2s1myBc/s72-c/0529011318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5230670970232172332.post-3937596910266827281</id><published>2011-06-05T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:03:56.666-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Welcome!</title><content type='html'>Hi there! I'm new to this whole blogging thing, but I figured I'd give it a whirl. I'm seriously doubting anyone will&amp;nbsp;read this, but hey, might as well make one, right?&lt;br /&gt;I like make-up and hair a lot, so I'll probably post a lot of pictures, tutorial like things, and whatnot. Unfortunately, I don't have a very good camera... At all. Oh well, I'll make due.&lt;br /&gt;But, yeah. That's about it, for now. Who knows if I'll ACTUALLY use this blog or not? I sure don't I'll try, though.&lt;br /&gt;-Caitlin May&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5230670970232172332-3937596910266827281?l=caitlinmay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/feeds/3937596910266827281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/welcome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/3937596910266827281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5230670970232172332/posts/default/3937596910266827281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmay.blogspot.com/2011/06/welcome.html' title='Welcome!'/><author><name>caitlin may</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08639601104675691184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D4J1vu_Uerg/TkAEmZeuVtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/FTWQqrSYJW0/s220/0729011956.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
