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Beauty journal

I am doing great on some of my Resolutions-- others, not so much. One I haven't even started on is my hair.

However, I reactivated my account on The Long Hair Community today-- I love looking at my old, old accounts. They're like time capsules. I love my avatar and quote. I forgot how involved I got.

If I stay with the community this time, there's no way my hair can go wrong. I also have a hair appointment tomorrow to trim the dead ends and the horrible bangs. I can't wait.

I have been thinking of starting a Beauty journal for hair and makeup for quite a while. I'd like to record what I learn as I go (and I have so much to learn). The very first blog I discovered was someone's hair journal from that community, and even though the tips didn't pertain to me, I was fascinated. I think that was my introduction to Blogger as well.

Anyway, there are other resolutions I've neglected... My toenails are not presently polished (that goes under Beauty). I haven't spent enough time with my bird. Others I try... But they seem overwhelming. How will I ever finish Finnegans Wake in a year? Or play a song on the erhu, when I haven't yet learned a full scale? These are intermittent desires. I feel like doing them when I can't, and as soon as I get home, I'm so lazy.

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