death becomes me
i have become a hair victim. when i came back from france, my hair turned orange, as a result of being on the beach every day for an entire month. it was a gross black-orange combo all of fall semester, and finally FINALLY i decided to go to my hair stylist to fix it. so i tell her, i want an even color. and she gives me rusted-nail or copper-penny. it was not bad yesterday. but when i woke up today, with dry and settled hair, i screamed into the bathroom mirror. jesus christ himself would laugh at this fiasco.
but that's not even the bad part. she convinced me to let her dye my eyebrows the same color as my hair. since i'd never done that before, and i'm always up to try new things, i said sure, why not?
i now have orange eyebrows.
my social and love life is officially over. goodbye boyfriend, goodbye anyone not related to me by blood. i want to shave my head. and only god knows what to do about the eyebrows.