blondes have more fun...

friends, it's friday night and i'm sitting on my couch with my hair full of dye. and not just any dye, bleach. on a whim, andrew and i decided to go blonde for our night at the symphony tomorrow for george's birthday. and then i chickened out, so andrew threatened me with his friendship if i didn't dye my hair. and since i'm about a self-esteem crisis away from an unhealthy codependence with andrew, i took the threat to heart and am now quite certain that my poor hair, which has been dyed and re-dyed and highlighted and dyed so many times, is going to turn brittle and break out of my scalp.

i suppose time will tell...

at any rate, i should have bought two boxes of dye, because not only is my hair pretty long, but it's also really thick, but i did the best i could with what i had. so i'm pretty sure i'm going to be headed to eckerd as soon as it opens in the morning to buy something to fix what is almost certain to be a fashion faux pas, a rookie mistake, an amateur disaster.

yep. just checked on the lightening progress. gonna definitely need to do an emergency recovery re-dye job in the morning. mostly because my roots have taken the bleach so much better than the ends and are much lighter. or...

i could make use of that jar of midnight blue manicpanic that i've had in my bathroom for months...

yes, dear readers -- i hear you loud and clear. i'm not 16 years old and i CANNOT have blue hair. or can't i? i had red hair (as in crayon red, not like auburn) for fall semester finals of last year (as is apparent from the picture of my head on this blog). why can't i go blue for this year?

oh, right. because i'm not 16 years old and sometime soon i'm going to need to start thinking about getting a job for next summer... damn adulthood. things were so much easier when i was a 1L...

oh well. at least i still have andrew.