180 Degree Turn
All right..so let me tell you about my wonderful monday night adventure...
So first off, I Have never in my 17 years of living dyed my hair. Ever. Never Ever. So Kel, Vaness, and Kim do it all the time, so I'm the lone ranger in our group...so we're at Fred Meyers, (Kel, AA, and I) and it's like 11:00pm, and George and David and them want us to go bowling, but we don't want to because we're lazy, so we're in the hair dye section b/c Amanda wants to show us the color she just did her hair..and Kel is like, "steph, why haven't you dyed your hair? It's always been dark brown.." and I feel the usual speech coming on that she gives me once every two weeks or so, and she's like, "we'll dye it together". So me, being hte easily influenced person I am, tells my best friend, who is never supposed to let me do anything stupid that I will dye my hair blonde. Lets recap: I'm a brunette..and not even a brunette, a DARK brunette. But I figure it's summer, what do I have to lose? So Kel buys this light brown/reddish color and I buy blonde. AA is really good at all this hair crap, so she does it for us, even though Kel could do it herself because she's done it a million times too. But the point is we dye our hair...so at this point my hair smells like cat piss (due to the ammonia in the dye) and I'm informed that it's permanent, and my head is burning. So I'm all paranoid that my hair is going to fall out, and my ear turns fire red and it burns, and Kel is trying to convince me it's normal, except her ears look completely normal at this point. So I rinse out the dye, and we put in the highlighting ish, and I'm too scared to look at my hair after I rinse it out (and I still smell like cat piss) and Kel takes the bag off her hair
and it's RED. Her hair is red. But not too bad a red, and it grew on her after a little. So now I'm extremely worried...and I see my hair. It's not blonde. It's like a brown/red/orange. It's so incredibly ugly that I could cry...but AA loves it, and Kel loves it, and Kels mom loves it. And I'm going to cry because it's so ugly. So Vince says, "it's not THAT bad" but really it is, and then my coach this morning is like, "you're going mexican style, I see, Jervey" so I just give up. I'm dying it back to normal next paycheck. No question. And it will be professional. No more lying shelf products for me. No more orange ugly hair. End of story. And it's orange. I don't care what everyone else says.
So that's my hair horror story...and then I get home from running and my mom calls to inform me that we're moving to Kirkland in two weeks. JoanE is hysterical, because she doesn't want to leave her friends, Michaela is alright with it, because she's too young to care...10 years old, not even in middle school yet, so she's alright..I'm ok cuz it's a nice house, but it's gonna be a bitch driving to school in the fall, but now we have to open enroll, cuz even though my dad lives right by Tam O Shanter, it's redmond, so now I'm not in the Bellevue school district anymore, so we have to open enroll, but it's alright. My Step-mom is being her usual bitchy self and saying "how could your mother do that without consulting your father? God, Jim, she really is out of control" and I'm like, "excuse me, but she's not married to my father anymore, so she can do whatever she wants". Then dad is like, "Stephanie, go to your room, that was SO uncalled for". So now I'm sulking.
Oh, and golferkays04, I'm not mad! I love you, and it's true about gnomes, I swear it!
Anyway, I'm going to go pretend my hair is brown again,and then it's off to work for five hours...wish me luck:)
So first off, I Have never in my 17 years of living dyed my hair. Ever. Never Ever. So Kel, Vaness, and Kim do it all the time, so I'm the lone ranger in our group...so we're at Fred Meyers, (Kel, AA, and I) and it's like 11:00pm, and George and David and them want us to go bowling, but we don't want to because we're lazy, so we're in the hair dye section b/c Amanda wants to show us the color she just did her hair..and Kel is like, "steph, why haven't you dyed your hair? It's always been dark brown.." and I feel the usual speech coming on that she gives me once every two weeks or so, and she's like, "we'll dye it together". So me, being hte easily influenced person I am, tells my best friend, who is never supposed to let me do anything stupid that I will dye my hair blonde. Lets recap: I'm a brunette..and not even a brunette, a DARK brunette. But I figure it's summer, what do I have to lose? So Kel buys this light brown/reddish color and I buy blonde. AA is really good at all this hair crap, so she does it for us, even though Kel could do it herself because she's done it a million times too. But the point is we dye our hair...so at this point my hair smells like cat piss (due to the ammonia in the dye) and I'm informed that it's permanent, and my head is burning. So I'm all paranoid that my hair is going to fall out, and my ear turns fire red and it burns, and Kel is trying to convince me it's normal, except her ears look completely normal at this point. So I rinse out the dye, and we put in the highlighting ish, and I'm too scared to look at my hair after I rinse it out (and I still smell like cat piss) and Kel takes the bag off her hair
and it's RED. Her hair is red. But not too bad a red, and it grew on her after a little. So now I'm extremely worried...and I see my hair. It's not blonde. It's like a brown/red/orange. It's so incredibly ugly that I could cry...but AA loves it, and Kel loves it, and Kels mom loves it. And I'm going to cry because it's so ugly. So Vince says, "it's not THAT bad" but really it is, and then my coach this morning is like, "you're going mexican style, I see, Jervey" so I just give up. I'm dying it back to normal next paycheck. No question. And it will be professional. No more lying shelf products for me. No more orange ugly hair. End of story. And it's orange. I don't care what everyone else says.
So that's my hair horror story...and then I get home from running and my mom calls to inform me that we're moving to Kirkland in two weeks. JoanE is hysterical, because she doesn't want to leave her friends, Michaela is alright with it, because she's too young to care...10 years old, not even in middle school yet, so she's alright..I'm ok cuz it's a nice house, but it's gonna be a bitch driving to school in the fall, but now we have to open enroll, cuz even though my dad lives right by Tam O Shanter, it's redmond, so now I'm not in the Bellevue school district anymore, so we have to open enroll, but it's alright. My Step-mom is being her usual bitchy self and saying "how could your mother do that without consulting your father? God, Jim, she really is out of control" and I'm like, "excuse me, but she's not married to my father anymore, so she can do whatever she wants". Then dad is like, "Stephanie, go to your room, that was SO uncalled for". So now I'm sulking.
Oh, and golferkays04, I'm not mad! I love you, and it's true about gnomes, I swear it!
Anyway, I'm going to go pretend my hair is brown again,and then it's off to work for five hours...wish me luck:)