I have to share the whole story somewhere, and have someone read it.

 The summer of 2009 was by far one of the best times of my life. I was going out constantly, had great friends, and was hanging around alot with a cute boy that I really liked. Life was just amazing, and going my way. It wouldn't last for too long.

NEVER AGAIN

The other night, after already having broken my rear view mirror (an almost $300 fix...) I decided that gee, it would be a good idea to bleach my hair and dye it red. Using a container of rockin' red Manic Panic. Clearly I didn't do my research, and forgot one of the major rules of mixing colors. I think you'll be able to figure it out yourself after seeing the pictures.

So, Step one: I "bleached" my hair. As you can see, I did a crappy, crappy job. I'm thinking I didn't add enough developer to the bleach, because it barely covered my top layers. So at this point, I'm already thinking that maybe this isn't such a good idea. But then I'm like, nahhh, it can't get any worse right? Boy was I wrong...

Next, I added the red to my hair. This time, I had plenty to cover my hair with. As I saw the color I started thinking it looked a bit bright.... but most hair dye doesn't turn out the color it looks when you're using it So I continued on, leaving it in my hair for the suggested time. I wasted it on my reading an old issue of Vogue but really wasn't all that worried yet.

After that, I got in the shower, rinsed it out. There was a lot of dye coming off... But this kinda coincided with my other experiences dying my hair, and I had put a lot on. Then I got out of the shower. The mirror was really fogged up, so I went about my normal business. Then I went in my room, and looked in the mirror. It was a real "Oh SHIT" kind of moment. It looked more hot pink than red. I looked ridiculous. Then came the worst part: there was no way I was hiding this from my mother. So, I wrapped my still-damp hair up into a towel and headed downstairs to show her what I'd been doing for the past two hours. I had to explain to her that I had bought the dye and bleach myself, and she freaked. She was sure that my hair was going to break off, and that it couldn't be fixed. But worst of all she Disappointed in me. And every teenager knows that Disappointment and pink hair are the two worst punishments you could possibly have. Thankfully, she said that I could go to the salon and get it fixed tomorrow. So I went to bed, and almost forgot about it. The next day, I stayed in until i had to leave, and even then I wrapped my head with a turban (thank god they're in style!). My mom had explained what had happend to my stylist over the phone, but she was shocked when I took the wrap off. But thankfully, an hour and a half later my hair had gone from this

To this

Relief! And, for being a "fix this anyway you can" color, I'm pretty happy with it. I'll just have to adjust to the darkness of it.

But my lesson has been learned: No more experimenting with dye at home. Learn from my mistake if you can. Or give me help the next time I feel the need to dye my hair on my own. At least some people got a good laugh out of this....

Why is it that I can take nearly perfect pictures with my $400 camera, but my mother makes them look worse than ones taken with my old crummy kodak. Clearly, it shows that the quaility of the photographer trumps quality of the camera. for example:

 Taken by me

Taken by Her

Big difference huh?

The VERY FIRST POST

Really, this won't matter much to anyone I bet. Except for me. Because I'm starting my brand-new blogging adventure! I hope I won't be boring. And that I'll update regularly. But I can be kinda lazy.... But we'll just see I guess? 
First I guess I'll outline what this will be about

• Fashion. That'll be my primary purpose for this. I'm told that I'm quite fashionable, so I figure, why not start a blog?
• Me. Let's face it, if I'm writing a blog, and it's about clothes that I like, my life is gonna come in to this. And, I may need to rant/rave/brag/ect. 
• Music. I love music, and music involves fashion. Fashion involves music. So it makes sense... At least, to me it does. So... yeah.
• Anything else I find wonderful/fantastic/awesome/blog worthy.  

And that's about all I can think of right now. I mean, I'm just starting this thing. Who knows what it will turn into? Or maybe it won't even go anywhere. I don't know. But I can't wait to set out on this wonderful fantastic adventure with you!