I hate going to the hairdresser...I understand they went to school to inform people of the health of their hair, and blah blah blah, but if i don't ask for advice on how to hydrate my hair, or condition or whatever...then don't give it to me.
I don't condition my hair, i haaaate the feeling of soft, silky hair...i know that sounds silly, but when my hair is soft and silky it's staticky, and hard to keep out of my face, i loooove to have hairspray in my hair, and its always stiff and icky when i go into the hairdressers....so suck it.
The other thing is i never get my hair cut on a good hair day, if i'm having a good hair day, there is no need to get it fixed, when it looks awful, i get it cut so i can fix it differently...there's a whole system to my madness, Also, ya know the whole conditioning thing...if my hair is dry and gross it's easier to ratt it up and make it look how i like, haha. I'm a goober.
So now...a look at the history of my hair, because i love pictures...
After i bleached the black out of my hair.

When i still had the black in my hair

Red.

Purple, before i went to MN

Pink in MN

Pink the week after i moved to MN

Red, and flipped.

Blue, not to mention the burst blood vessels.

Black, i like the most...

Red again

When Joel and I met, i had a sweeeeet A line and Red tips (In this pic they're faded)
I got sick of posting pictures, so i'm done now. I hate that this blog seems very self-absorbed because all the pictures are of me...haha, i like to take pictures to tell the stories of my life...or hair. I'm done now.
-Chanda