My hair is beyond fried. I wonder what I’d look like with a shaved head… um… no. I don’t think that would be a good idea.
I just got back from my friend’s house where we dyed my hair blue, just in time to make sure it won’t match my dress (pink) for the prom tomorrow. I should’ve stuck with the pink, I’m not sure if I like this. It’s kinda dull and was meant to black. Whose idea of black is this… The ends were the only part meant to be blue, but it’s turned out that they’re just a slightly lighter shade of blue, so it looks uneven instead. Bleh. I don’t really care that much, but I felt like getting through complaining about it.
It would be much cooler if I matched my dress still, though.
But it’s not as if I’m psycho about this whole prom thing like everyone else I know who is paying hundreds of dollars to get their hair nails face blah blah blah done tomorrow, paying $98734576 for a limo, $9876213746 for a dress… Bah, no! I don’t even know why I’m going. Just to be disgusted, I guess. Entertainment value. To complain about the crappy meal and music, I suppose. Well… oh well. My hair smells like licorice. The black kind.