goth

ok. the great experiment in dying my hair is over. yesterday afternoon i had lovely dark brown and a bit reddish hair. i went to get it cut and touched up, and left with hair so dark it practically looks black.

i don't know what happened. he said "what are we doing today?" i said, "take off about an inch and a half, and color it the same as last time." they have a computer system. it prints out a sheet of paper to remind them what they did last time, especially if it involves mixing hair colors. i don't know what happened, but he must have read the sheet wrong, or simply mixed it wrong. he put in the color, he washed it out, i looked in the mirror, and froze. it looked a lot darker than i was expecting. it's ok, it's just because it's wet, i told myself. so he dried it. nope. it's dark. darker than it was even back in january.

i didn't say anything to him. but i'm very bothered. every time i look in the mirror, i whimper. it'll be ok, i'll buy some very harsh shampoo, and numerous people, in an attempt to make me feel better, have told me that it looks mysterious and sexy. that's nice of them. but i don't like it.

i don't really know what to do about it. i really should call the salon back, and ask them to do something about it. but after yesterday, i don't really want to deal with them.

what a way to end my week. i just want to crawl into a hole.