I know that based on my title you may think I'm going to express my deepest feelings and rant about the unfairness of genetics in my blog. Nope. I'm going to talk about hair dye. Yeah, you heard me. Hair dye.What can I say? I love dying my hair. Not pink, blue, or green; but normal colors. There's something thrilling about having the power to change even something heredity has given to you. Not that I dislike my natural hair color (although i'm not sure what it is at this point...). Instead, I simply become bored of the current shade of my hair. In fact, I had in mind something similar to this color for next time (maybe a little less...red.)
My hair ended up about 5 shades darker than I expected, but that's beside the point. Within a few weeks, my friends were interrogating me relentlessly about why I had dyed my hair lighter again. Sadly, I hadn't touched a box of the stuff since December. Tsk, tsk. It's amazing how quickly people notice even the SLIGHTEST change in your appearance. I thought people were supposed to be more concerned with themselves to even notice the zits, make-up smudges, and hair malfunctions of their peers. Oh well. Of course there are plenty of upsides to this quick-fading characteristic of drugstore-brand hair colors. For example, if you simply want to try out a color but don't want to pay massive amounts of money at a high-end hair salon, head over to your local walmart and you can have that bleach blond hair you've always wanted by dinnertime.
...or not.


