Wednesday morning I left for work the same fresh faced blondie I have been all semester, only with very bad roots. But when I went to the store with my mom and sister that afternoon, the Lynch insanity prevailed and the convinced me that I should be come one of the rude, crude, brazen redheads that are engulfing America...not only did I lack that natural bitch instinct that is a stigma of redheaded gals (no comments please) but I also wasn't a fan of crayola marker streaks through my brown hair. Word to the wise, blonde hair soaks in color A LOT darker than dark brown hair would. This color had to go...only it was New Year's Eve, so what salon would be open tonight or tomorrow? (Yes, I was finally doing it right this time and going to a salon...my mother proved that although she has been coloring her own hair and my sister's for years, my hair is special and likes to cause drama like the rest of me...) I spent the next 2 days scaring friends and people at work with my striking carrot top, but the first chance I got I returned to my natural color...and given that I haven't seen my natural color since August, I had forgotten how amazingly dark it is...If I got punched in the mouth today, I could resemble Angelena Jolie...that's a really scary thought! On a happier note, I have given up on color now for fear that my hair might fall out...but I'm looking into a cute shaggy bob next...without the blonde my hair is just so boring again!
