2003-04-07 - 9:33 a.m.

when i said i had to poop i meant i had to poop. it's amazing how something so un-deadly as diarrea can make you feel so desperately awful for such short amounts of time.

anyway. my hair.

so i went to charles penzones (fancy schmancy hair salon. refers to itself as "grand salon and day spa") because i wanted to go blond for prom and i figured i would mess it up if i did it myself and i hadn't had my hair done by anyone at all besides me since i was twelve. so i ask for highlights and all goes well until they take off the little foil-wrapper thingies and...

i have teal blue racing stripes on either side of my head!

so the sylist looks at it and goes "that is the strangest thing i've ever seen" and calls her assistant who says "i've never seen anything like that" and they call their boss who calls her boss and i see about 5 or 6 bosses who all just express the sentiment that it turned out really really weird.

and so i go look at a mirror after they've spent about two hours trying with various toxic chemicals to remove the green and to "shrink the green molecules" and a million other things. and i think, heh, cool. if my dress was blue or green i seriously would have just gone completely blond/green and left it at that, because it looked kind of cool. except that my mom and my school wouldn't think so and my dress was pink anyway. so they cut it really short and now i look like one of those middle school boys who does the top of his head with peroxide. except no really that retarded, but that was my initial reaction after the trauma of paying $130 to have my hair turned random colors. but actually it's kind of cute and it makes me look hot.

the end.

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