dying hair. going for straight-up black with a super-duper bleached stripe on my bangs.
yeah yeah. wootin it up on a friday night in good ole redding.
my dad called to ask what time i was coming over. little does he know...uh...that i'm heading over in an hour. dammit, i can't even rebel correctly. the other part of the converstaion was how i should bring workout clothes tomorrow because we're going to walk to river trail, omfgloldsalkj;lkrje;la. i told him no. he told me yes. i stopped talking. he said he'd see me in a bit. i grunted. the end.
head is itching. rawr.
hmm. should i dye the bleach blue or be semi-normal for a few days? is the blue dye even useable? i've had it for quite a while. tune in next time for the conclusion of this sordid little tale...same hair-destroying place, same hair-destroying time.