6 Hours at the "Salon"
Yes that's right. It says "6". SO here is the story (morning glory! <-- for DORY!!)
I got the bright idea that I 'should' dye my hair back to blonde, or at least close. Where the hell that came from I do Not know. Anyways. SO Yesterday Paula (My aunt) cut my hair and dyed it with a box dye. I'm fricken retarted and thought a box of blonde hair dye would cover faded red. Yeah.... NOO!!!! So, my roots were blonde, (Partial mission accomplished....) my ends were blonde, and everything in the middle was Reddish/orange, but it was'nt too bad. So then I decided that it WAS indeed bad enough to leave there and not fix. SOooo.... My aunt got a stripper (FOR MY HAIR!! Shame on you, you're sooo dirty!!!!) and 'stripped' my hair. But instead of actuially working, it just made it a LOT lighter. So, Shanda and I went to Wal*Mart yet again, me thinking that I could just get another box and fix it myself. Like I said, I'm a moron. No, wait, I didn't say that. I'm a Moron. There. I said it. Carrying on-- So, Shanda and I dyed my hair AGAIN. Yeah. Then it turned ORANGE. And I don't mean just kinda orange, I mean like Crayola crayon ORANGE!! SUCKY SUCKY!! So. Today I didn't go to any classes and I didn't go to work at Express because I was at the Salon from noon until 3:30 and then 4:30-7. But, My hair is fixed now and it looks hella HOTT!! Hahaha. And I can say that because my hair was orange this am. Now its like chestnut brown. I LOVE IT!! WOO!!
So that's my story. I hope you enjoyed it, and never ever use box dyes.... or red hair dye at all for that matter! I love you guys and none of you deserves orange hair! ;)
KISS!