One morning,
I wanted to bleach my hair bright blonde. So I did. About an hour before class.  I’ve always been the type of girl who makes decisions on impulse.  Impatient decisions too… When I want something my initial instict is to doit and getit asfastasican!  Normally the results aren’t pleasent, like in this case.  The color was great, but I completely fried the ends of an area of my hair.  It looked okay but felt like carpeting.  I should have payed 80 dollars at a salon instead of 7 at sallys but who wan’ts to do that? Deb, my room mate, dyed my hair like 3 days prior but the blonde was orange.  She did a great job, but I picked out the wrong dye and I wanted it more blonde at the time. It was a nice fall day this day however.. there were leaves all over the ground and a cool breeze, implied.