but i wish i were more.
the hair dyeing experiment took place this weekend and while everyone noticed today, i have to say it didn’t quite go as i planned. i’m pretty stoked that yes, bleach does work on my hair; and yes, the dye is showing up. but on the other hand, the blue dye i got was too dark (read: completely blended in with my so-dark-brown-it’s-almost-black hair that you can only really notice in certain light); and my hair is evil. it has always been evil and always will be evil, actually. really, i should’ve had more of it bleached. ideally i’d want all blue with just regular streaks within it. that would require a fuckload more bleach, though. then again, while i’ve been told over and over and over “bleaching will wreck your hair” — mine is fine. hell, probably that much stronger (and pissed at me now) despite my efforts to destroy it.
i think, though, the more it fades, the better i’ll like it. at least, the blue might show up more. hopefully.
basically, since i’ve been wanting to do this for so long, it ate up most of my saturday. as did relaxing & rejuvenating from friday night festivities with my bottom bitch & my work homies. friday was awesome, i hadn’t seen my bitch in forever (since his birthday?) and i needed the extra cash, ya heard? also, low-key drinkies with buddies is always quite nice. and apparently, as the midget pointed out, i drunk blog. which is no where near as remotely amusing as this example of drunk blogging; but, still pretty amusing in that i don’t remember even touching my computer when i stumbled home friday night. awesome. and aside from attempting to make my hair suck less (it’s official, i am a lousy girl), i spent all day saturday playing with my kitty…and killing sims. also, i got a tv on the radio cd that kicks ass, hooray!
of course the boy didn’t get to join in any of the festivities at all, coming down off of gamestop-induced hell to spend the weekend in uber-suburbia. which prompted a really low-key rejuvenation scheme/cap to the weekend that made for quite a lovely sunday. besides, it was like my duty to ply him with various types of liquor after a weekend-long parental bender.
which, i believe, bringing the boy drinkies & reformatting computer #2 were the most productive things i did all weekend (well, that & maybe making some sims zombies); and i fucking love that. because i’ve spent so much time stressing & obsessing & working — including on weekends — that every once in a while i need a fucking break. even if it is just zoning out and doing well…nothing.
(note: dyeing hair doesn’t count as an officially productive activity because i want more blue, damnit)
(note #2: i must remember the difference between boys’ & girls’ bathrooms…)
