Month: May 2013
The Big Bun Theory
One of the few things that spread faster than rumors in girls schools are the trends that people unknowingly invent.
While this phenomena did nothing to our dramatically insipid uniforms, this specific trend ascended on every head -fortunately I’m not talking about lice! This creation is fist size, twisted several times, held together in the steel grip of an elastic band. The messy bun also commonly named the budda bun.
It started during my second year of high school, a few sore thumbs experimenting the new form of hair styling. It was only a few fridays ago while sitting in assembly trying to concentrate on the guest speaker fortuitously her figure was blocked by a spherical structure. The infamous bun. To begin with the girl was a human giraffe the structure on her head only added to the annoyance of those behind her. I began to gradually notice these pop ups, in front of words on the board, images from the projector, concealing faces while walking through the corridors.
Curiosity got the better of me; I attempted the prevailing vulpine bun. Naturally my hair cascaded down like a waterfall, although instead of the lush refreshing effect I was left with a mouthful of strawberry scented locks. The odd occasion when I managed to perfect the art of the messy bun I enjoyed a 15 second visual and SNAP the hair band burst causing yet another waterfall to dance down the sides of my face accompanied by a throbbing headache.
Based upon the Big Bun theory I’ve come to a few conclusions: the bigger the bun the thicker the hair. The thicker the hair the messier the bun. The messier the bun the better it looks.
While this epidemic continues to inspire days of disheveled hair, towers of distraction and I fail to understand Sheldon’s jokes on The Big Bang theory and it seems that The Big Bun Theory is yet another concept I’ can’t seem to wrap my head around 😉
_Quixotic Novelist
The power of prayer
“Seeing is believing”_said someone without sight
“Seeing is believing”
As is trend among human beings the instant we see something in a quote we automatically assume it a proven fact.
Why do I consider myself “ugly” when I look into the mirror, first thing in the morning, a fatigued girl with bed hair and pillow imprints on her face but when I am about to strut the runway in garments that are too extravagant for me to afford, do I feel beautiful? Am I not an asset to the designer who invented the clothes? Without me their work would just be a mass of fabric wound together pleading for a body to enshroud. The designer is fully aware and proud as a peacock of the master piece they’ve created but they need the limbs of my body, the confidence of my flounce to woo contractors. So I am in fact an ingredient for the success of their career.
Why do I frown at the sleepy eyes and pale cheeks and chapped lips that stare back at me when in a few hours time I’ll make the transition with make up to accentuate my features and when someone offers a compliments I’ll shyly say “Oh, its just Mac or Bobbi Brown.” Nonsense. It is my visage which acts as a canvas to advertise their brands.
Why do you crave to score the winning goal? You wouldn’t have made the team if you weren’t skilled. That alone is an accomplishment.
What makes a report card the informer of our intellect. We learn to gain insight in life and to apply these principles in practical situations. Why then do I have to know the 9 theorems of euclidean geometry to make me a mathematical wiz? (Okay the stab at maths was uncalled for but I am under immense amounts of pressure to do well in the upcoming tests)
Why do you need a piano recital a roar of applause and a certificate to show that you have “musical ability” and “talent”?
Why do you so desperately crave a “follow back” or a “retweet” from a celebrity who is ignorant of your existence when you have friends who have stood by you through rust and rumor who RT all of your tweets?
Why is that I have to combine words and structure sentences for you to know that I am a worthy writer? Surely anyone with the capability of eloquently stringing synonyms together deserves the right to be read?
If you are as abraded by the above prospects as I am then tell me why do we have to see success before we believe in it?
_Quixotic Novelist