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The Days of Yore

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This afternoon, I found myself thinking back on my teen years.  I don't spend a lot of time thinking about my adolescence, but it's probably a result of the acne that has taken up residence on my face at present.  Anyway, when I find myself reminiscing on those long ago (?) days, one of the most entertaining things I can do is look through my old diary.


Behold, Anouchka at age 17:


(Insert time-warpy music and warbly special effects from the 90s à la Zack Morris dream sequences.)


Am trying a natural condition on hair b/c am washing it for 2nd time today.  (I got Mountain Dew in it earlier - long story.)  Here are the 2 recipes I'm thinking about:


Egg Conditioner
-1 egg yolk
-1/2 tsp. olive oil
-3/4 cup lukewarm h2o


OR


Olive Oil & Butter
-Olive oil
-Butter


Hmmm...  The directions for the latter tell me to shampoo & condition as usual afterwards.  This is good b/c then I won't have to worry about getting crusties in my hair or smelling weird at the movies tonight w/Jessie.*  Better dash to get started!  I wonder if margarine will work instead of butter.


(New color pen because some time has passed.)


OK, so here's what I did:


Anouchka's* Mix:
-1 egg
-1/2 tbs mayo (does it matter that it's fat free?)
-Fill the rest of measuring cup to between 1/3 & 1/2 full w/ olive oil
-Wet hair w/warm water, massagin in solution, wrap in plastic bag & wrap warm wet towel around (which is now cold & dripping all over me) & set clock for 20 minutes.  Wash & style as usual.  (We shall see!)


10 minutes


7 minutes...hopefully closer to 6 minutes


Yes!  6 minutes!


3 minutes


Done!  Now I can wash breakfast out of my hair!


OK, definitely made my hair feel disgusting & smell really weird.  I think I have it on my forehead & the back of my neck.  I better hurry though, b/c Jessie will be here to pick me up in an hour & a half!


Ahhhh, youth!  Happy memories, everyone!


*Indicates name changes. Gotta protect my ass.
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