I Heart My Hair

Chapter #6 of Stuff Indie People Like by Joanna the Friend. It has a bit of a personal backstory - our cool Year Nine Religion and Philosophy teacher telling us about how she notices girls in particular getting a new haircut when they go through a big change in their life. That was related to the lesson because we were watching a seventies movie about this guy who gets into a cult and consequently gets a new hairstyle.

The last time I changed my hairstyle was at the end of my time in Singapore for my return to Australia. I didn't manage to get a new haircut for starting at my new school. However, in the couple of weeks before school, my hair had grown out quite a lot and was looking like The Rachel. [What does that mean? That I wasn't into new beginnings/newness anymore; that instead I was going through a time of growth?]

Which reminds me about how I love watching the changing hairstyles on the TV show Friends. Starting at the beginning: Joey moves in and Chandlers gets rid of his beard (okay, that one doesn't really count because we don't know about that until a flashback occurring later). Rachel leaves Barry and her old life at the altar and goes to New York where she then undergoes radical change - so does her hairstyle after the first couple of episodes!!

A Satisfying Sunday

Dude, I've been dying since my parents put dynamic lifter and blood 'n' bone in the garden. Sore, choking throat...

Anyway, last Sunday, I went to the fete day for the radio station ArtSound. There was a whole room full of LPs, CDs and cassettes. And by the time I'd finished packing up a box of stuff to buy, the whole box cost me just two dollars. This pristine condition Francoise Hardy record was my BARGAIN BUY!

The others I bought because they had what I thought were funny covers at the time (but not in retrospect). I haven't listened to any of them.

How does she get her hair so perfect?

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I'm getting really into the curved square

I actually like this one. It's got the right amount of pretension. 

the back - Is his name actually "Bob Dyland"?

Classic font for records! Definitely the colours of tranquility...

Maybe if I listened to this music I would understand the relevance of the image on the front

Hit Hits - seriously?

Why do they look like they're dying? Maybe it's a Virgin Suicides thing I don't get...

There was a lot of Hawaiian music

The back of Guava Jam

I actually like this one. I suddenly got this flash of a rookiemag photoshoot because of the rock and the girl's angle

Look at how the man is looking at those flowers in his hand!

the back

lowercase font - never ceases to be Indie

The new Indie way to do your eyebrows. At first I thought the one on her left was her eyelashes, though.

The Big News

Okay, so this is the end of my third week of the third part of the year. And I am amazed at how quickly things become normal (and normal doesn't mean things aren't still interesting). I had come to the conclusion that it was now or never for experiencing a) a school system that is not the private all-girls one and b) the Real High School Experience. So I announced my intentions and started at my local school on the Monday (rather than continue my homeschooling). Okay, so this local school is pretty mild and you could call it Indie because it is funded also by the French Government. I'm in the English stream i.e. the non-bilingual stream, unless you count singing La Marseillaise in assembly as speaking French. I was really tired on the first week of school, not just because I was in a new system but because I was actually in a system. I met lots of nice people on my first day, so let's call it a happy beginning. Okay, I don't want to harp on about myself or anything, but I just don't know whether or not I'm the type who goes with the flow or not. I think stress makes one tense. Whatever. So  what was bewildering at the start was not being in a different school system (see, I sometimes go with the flow), but that I couldn't identify the types/groups I had evolved with and understood like the ones at my private girls' school. On my first day, a girl asked me whether at my old school there had been "mean girls like in the movies". So I replied with stupid mixed messages saying "I don't know". I found that question funny because I certainly could not match either school to one in a movie.

I can't finish without telling you that I am not Esther Blueburger. On the weekend before I started at school, I had to tell it to my friends and that was pretty scary because I had no idea what their reactions would be (and it was all cool). Which reminds me of how in the first couple of weeks I kept thinking about how at my private girls' school, everyone banded together and hung in class even though their "groups" were pretty exclusive in the playground. And how at this public co-ed place, peoople kind of just stuck in their groups. Ha. So I guess the Indiest place in town is werever me and my homies are hanging this weekend. (I think I use brackets excessively.)

xoxo