2003-05-20 - 7:36 a.m.

Just Say No to Cherry Cordial #6.6

So yeah, the highlight thing? Bad idea. I took it upon myself to tackle it yesterday since I figured if it looked like total shit, mom and I could still have time to fix what had happened to it before I go see %%diary-oddly-enough%% on Thursday. Well, it looked like total shit. Actually, it looked like the top of my hair was pumpkin orange and the underside was a dark cherry color. Highlights, my ass! We're talking freakshow here. So I call Kebby, because she lives the closest (about 30 feet down the hall) and she came over to confirm that, yes indeedy, my hair was orange, and then talked me down off the ledge and kept me calm. I called Loreal and talked to Macy, who I might add was spectacular in her instructions on how to tame this pumpkin beast on my head, and then called my parents. Mom happened to be home so we set out to fix the mess that my hair had become. Macy said to get a color remover and a certain color # to tame the brassiness. We had to go to Sally's Beauty Supply for the color remover. Ever been in one of those? I had, mom had not. Mom went nuts over all the little gadgets and bobbles they had in there, and we left $35 lighter. We came home and set forth fixing the mistakes. Well, according to Macy my hair needed to be rinsed at the "baby chick yellow" stage, but since there was so much lather on my head, it was really hard to tell just what color was under there so we rinsed early. A little too early. So early, in fact, that my hair was now CARROT orange-although she did point out that I had some nice baby chick yellow highlights (thanks mom, you smartass you)-and we took some photos of that before putting the new color on top. Well, the thing about stripping it and recoloring it is that where the stripper worked best, the new color took best. My tips are reddish, the middle is blonde/brown, and my roots are red. When it's up, you can't even tell, and in 3 weeks, I'll be Feria #94 again and happy as a clam.

I leave to see Katielou in two days and I haven't started a list of what I need/want to pack. The genius part of visiting a friend who has been sending you clothes that fit you is that there is a great chance she'll still have stuff there that fits you so packing should be a breeze, right? Well, there's the height dilemma....Katielou is shorter than I am. By almost a head. Capris on her hit me in the worst possible place on my legs, plus she wears capris and I'm more of a shorts gal m'self (although I will admit that having found some pedal pushers I love from LB, I'm becoming a convert). Then there's the pj situation. I don't want to take my sex-hay pjs to her house. I just don't. I may trek to the evil store today to peruse the clearance rack. If I can find some cute shortie pjs inexpensively, they are mine. If not, KL will get to see my more "intimate" apparel. *winks* Anyway, there's the whole "I have to take books, tonkatsu sauce, a music cd, and....and....and...." and I can't seem to decide on just what in the hell I'm going to wear while I'm there. I know I must take my black and white wing tip Docs but what else?

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