in which I get very blue. blueish.

The problem with being terribly vain about your long, dark hair is that you spend your life being too chicken to do anything drastic with it. No crazy colors. No wacky strips. Nothing that involves-- GASP!-- bleach.
Until today.

Today, I went to Sally's and bought a Manic Panic bleaching kit.
Man, oh metal man, does that stuff reek.
But now I have teal hair.
In the immortal words of Sterling Archer, JUST THE TIPS.


It's a little more teal/less green than it seems in the pictures.
I'm not sure what possessed me to do it. Much like the Great Nose Ring Debacle of 2009, I just decided it needed to be done and did it. That was green, too, now that I think about it.
I've always had an impulsive streak, and I very rarely regret the things I do... just the things I wanted to do and didn't.
Now, I wish I had played with odd hair colors years ago.
Now, I'm just thankful to be at a place in my life where I don't care all that much about being judged for wearing a silly hat or a dramatic cape or putting teal streaks in my hair.
Now, I'm going upstairs to read a steampunk YA book I've been waiting to enjoy.
Now, if you like blue hair, you should go read DAUGHTER OF SMOKE AND BONE by Laini Taylor and then head out to Sally's. What have you got to lose?
They have purple and pink, too.
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