The Word You're Looking for is "Guh"
Feb. 29th, 2008 10:42 pmI used to be completely apathetic about my hair. It was there, occasionally cooperating with me, more often trying to blind me by whipping back into my face--and say what you may, that stings, dangit.
However, I grew up, and now am physically incapable of going more than a year without changing my hair in some way. I kept fingering it in the mirror, thinking, "It looks rather lifeless. Maybe if I bought some gel and went for a wet look, ala Ursula Andress..."
Without the white bikini, because I'm pale enough as it is, thank you. No need to scare small children on the beach or attract the attention of Captain Ahab. (White whale, yes? Aren't I clever!)
But I digress.
Last night, my suitemates and Courtney and I went to Wal-Mart, where we naturally found ourselves milling about the hair dye and comparing them out loud. And, because this is the way the story usually goes with girls, I found myself with a box of strawberry-light-brown hair dye and three entirely over-eager friends five minutes later.
That night, I found myself with dark, red hair that looked nothing like the box.
And today, I walked out of a salon with ( this hair )
I'm very pleased with it, though I tried on some cat-eye glasses with thick blue frames that made me look pretty foxy, so I'm going to try and get some new glasses this Spring Break.
So, likin', hatin', or ambivalin't?
However, I grew up, and now am physically incapable of going more than a year without changing my hair in some way. I kept fingering it in the mirror, thinking, "It looks rather lifeless. Maybe if I bought some gel and went for a wet look, ala Ursula Andress..."
Without the white bikini, because I'm pale enough as it is, thank you. No need to scare small children on the beach or attract the attention of Captain Ahab. (White whale, yes? Aren't I clever!)
But I digress.
Last night, my suitemates and Courtney and I went to Wal-Mart, where we naturally found ourselves milling about the hair dye and comparing them out loud. And, because this is the way the story usually goes with girls, I found myself with a box of strawberry-light-brown hair dye and three entirely over-eager friends five minutes later.
That night, I found myself with dark, red hair that looked nothing like the box.
And today, I walked out of a salon with ( this hair )
I'm very pleased with it, though I tried on some cat-eye glasses with thick blue frames that made me look pretty foxy, so I'm going to try and get some new glasses this Spring Break.
So, likin', hatin', or ambivalin't?