2004-08-26
hitting the ole[dye]bottle again
Good god, I suck. And when Ahna sucks, it must be something major. You are only too right diary monkeys of mine, you are only too right.
Last night, I decided that I wanted to dye my hair. Shh, just listen, don't jump to conclusions. The reasons I wanted to do it were simple. A.)I think that dark hair is sexy and B.)There was nothing on TV or the radio and Miss Linguist made me dig a stinger out of her foot, so this was payback on my part. She hates dying my hair because she says I complain too much. Well she is absolutely right. But that is because I don't want her doing a crap job.
So I bring out the bottle of dye that I had prechosen weeks ahead of time. The name of the dye is "sweet cola" which implied to me that it meant dark brown. Coca-Cola is after all, brown when you actually set it in the sun. Never mind that the top of the box says the actual colour underneath the cutesy name. Another issue I must take up with marketing and research. Don't let me forget that before I walk out of here.
Miss Linguist did everything she was supposed to. Though, while she was applying dye to my ears and forehead, which obviously were showing greys, I did note that the colour looked a little purple. Miss Linguist assured me that dye always looks odd on your hair until you wash it out and apply the magical conditioner.[her words not mine]So needless to say, I was patient and didn't stop the process right then and there. Stupid git that I am.
In the end, when all was said and done, my hair was black. Jet black.[I don't know why they use that phrase to this day]Blacker than pitch. Midnight streaky freaky. Not kidding. I look like a goth because I am so pale and now so dark haired. Did I also mentioned that senior pictures are on Wednesday? Oh yeah, they sure are. This better come out in twenty-four washes like the box says or I'll spit bricks and dye my hair back to its original red. Good god. That is all I have to say about it. Good god. I kinda sound like James Brown when I say it, which I guess is a plus.
In other news:I really love Billy Joel.
This has been your gothic diarist. Light candles and hold a seance for my dying soul.
(Nope. I couldn't safely make it in the goth community.)
Quote of the day:"It always looks odd on your scalp, just wait for the magical conditioner."-[Miss Linguist]