I Went Blond

As the title says, I went blond. I made a friend at work the other day. We sat at the same table during our group exercise, and we bonded over the fact that we went to the same school.

Yesterday, when she said she wanted to dye her hair, I jumped on the chance and said I wanted to as well. We picked up a few items at a beauty supply store after work and went to her dorm to do it. I looked pretty silly wearing nothing but my pants, a garbage bag over my torso, and a grocery bag over my head (I couldn't risk getting my clothes dyed and I brought no spare since it was all spontaneous).

It's welcome week, so everyone at my friends' dorm was new and every five or so minutes, someone just had to come by and say hello. And what did they see? Some boy in a garbage bag and a plastic bag for a head wrap sitting at the corner of a girl's dorm room watching Futurama. If I was on the other side of the situation, I would have done the same thing each of them did: look for a few seconds too long and look away without mentioning it. 

Anyways, the plan was to lighten my hair a bit with bleach before dyeing it a light auburn brown, so the purple-reddish hues of the color would be more prominent. We thought the color would lighten to just a simple shade of chestnut brown. Once I took off the bag, my head was golden yellow. I decided against using the hair dye for a few days just to see if I like the blond effect. What do you all think?

And to think that I did all this with a girl I met less than 48 hours ago. This will be a very interesting semester.