August 7th
It's really the 8th. I'm writing this anyway because stuff happened yesterdaya nd I want to vent about it. Got a problem with that? Well guess what? You can screw a monkey and go to hell.
   Okay well I went to get my haircut. I actually took a risk and got this short cut my mom pointed out. I figured, since I've had the same boring haircut for years. Well the lady was nice but it made me nervous! She didn't turn the chair around so I had to watch her cut my hair in the mirror. I winced with like every cut. My mom says I looked scared when she cut this huge part off. The lady also only glanced at the picture I wanted. That did not make me happy. Plus, she'd ask me what I wanted and I'm just thinking
I don't know! My mother cuts my hair! just make it like the picture! When she was finished it looked alright form my seat.  couldn't see very well though since I didn't have my glasses. I got a closer look and it was alright. It was wet too so it looked better then. Right now-hair cut wise- I'm thinking I don't really like it, but I guess I don't hate it. Mostly, I'm just glad I took the chance. Read on for the chance I'm NOT happy I took.
   Well you all knew I was dying my hair. Well since my hair is so dark, I had to bleach streaks first. So I ahd to wait an hour and a half after my mom put the stuff on and then I had blonde streaks. Next, came the blue. The blue only takes a half hour. Well when it was all done, guess what? No blue. All that happened was most fo the blonde was covered and it looks like my normal hair. Except for the fact that there's some little streaks here and there. I was pretty pissed off. Yeah I was pissed and upset at the same time. I went to bed early.
Go ahead and read tomorrow's entry. (Well, really today. Uh. go read the 8th's entry) It'll give you more details.
*Late*hair*and*more*details*
Teresa
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