Hair?

It is really unlike me to go on and on about such a girly topic, but really. My hair has always been a bit of an experiment for me. In fact, ever since I was a wee little me, I had wanted to do something similar to it as seen in the picture.

By the way, that is me. My hair did, at one point, look that awesome. The instant I graduated high school, I ran home and dyed my hair purple. No lie. I walked the stage, came home, and holed up in my bathroom with my best friend at the time and slathered purple semi-permanent dye all over my bleached head.

At the time, it felt like a huge victory.

I did have to keep it natural for a little while after that, however, because I started working at the first level of hell (grocery store) for the summer before college. I did dye it neon green, though, for freshman orientation. School spirit? Maybe. Mostly, I like green, and I thought "hey, why not?" My mother, who, at one point was rather...displeased with my hair choices (they went through it with my brother) was partially relieved. I stood out in a crowd.

I also met my roommate at that time. Once the semester had started, I think I refreshed my hair to green (or was it orange?) and I think she recognized me because of it. Funnier still, her hair went nearly to her butt, so I eventually remembered her as well. Hair...bringing people together!

Anyways! I am never satisfied with the damn color or style. For the first half of my freshman year, I went through an entire rainbow. Purple, blue-green, red-orange...the purple-fuchsia pictured above. I ended up getting a job as an usher at my campus's performing arts center (best job and best bosses I have ever had), and the hair-coloring had to stop. The last wacky color I had it was blue-green. Met the Ginger with that hair.

I went black again for awhile. But my natural-love is red.
I love red hair. It looks good on me. It works with my pallid skin and brings out the green hiding in my eyes. Red. Red. Red. I always come back to it, somehow. But I still get bored with the norm. So this happens.

Black chunkies nestled amongst my favorite red (Herbal Essences "Paint the Town). I think this happened mostly because I was tired of waiting to dye the black out. This is actually where I am now. Growing the black out. Stuck with a halo of light brown nasty that makes up my actual hair color.

My actual hair color...I have not left my hair this color for several years now. Not since that night after I graduated high school. I can barely remember what it looks like. By now, I'm a pro at knowing how to nurse my poor, chemically damaged hair back to health. And I know how much it can take before I have to stop--which is a helluvah lot.

I get just as tired of a specific cut as I do the color. Right now I want to keep what I've got, but I need a different color. It's really annoying me. But argh...I have so much more to go before I can dye it. Unless I want to cut it and come out looking more like a lesbian than I normally do.

Pshhaaaw.

This has been a random hair rant.