i "died" hair.

this one's more like a diary entry:dear diary,

i bought a hair-dye package in carrefour, expecting it to be red, but it was merely a red highlight. so my hair is still very black. my mom had made me sit on a stool too small for my butt while she took almost two long hours dying red streaks in my hair.

let me enlighten you on the process so u can bring more colour to your pages, dear diary, that my writing might not do.
1)sit on baby stool and wrap newspapers around your shoulders(oops, all you have is spine..a book spine). use clothes pegs to hold the newspaper together. you may now pretend you are a super-human with a newspaper cape.
2)remove glasses if you wear one and let mum take her time dying you...yes, you will feel dead bored. however, watching the dye react with oxygen and turn from white to red was cool.
3)sit around and leave dye be for 30-45 minutes depending on desired colour intensity.
4)now begins the straining process of washing. mum made me go out to the back sink because the dye sticks to the toilet floor tiles.
5)first conditioning:provided in hair-dye package. leave 2-3 minutes.
6)wash lightly with shampoo, phew my arms are so tired at this point.
7)second conditioning:the usual conditioner you use after shampooing.leave 2-3 minutes.
8)wash all goo and gunk from hair(...or pages, hope they're super-durable). towel-dry simply.
9)third conditioning:apply leave-on conditioner.

then, i lied down on the white-cushioned sofa and rest while wathing tv. when i got up, uh-oh. after all that washing there was still dye on my scalp and it smeared onto the sofa covers. its okay, i just flipped the cushion around. mum didnt get angry. she was playing www.isketch.com and had won so she was in good spirits. yay for technology!

and then i dyed ken's hair, mwahahaha. he kept questioning my credibility and of course, i just looked at him, merely a glance, and replied "of course i can do it. im a pro." (i've never done it before). he spent the next 1/2 an hour contemplating his decision to let me dye his hair. my mum was too tired to do it for him that night and the next afternoon he was going out with his friends. vanity prevailed. i dyed his sort-of mohawk and it was a sucess!! but even after all that work i did for him he still cant make me a piece of jam bread. then i thought of dying my cats hair but figured she wouldn't like it. so i just went to watch tv. "Reaper" was on. yes, now i know how to rip the pages of books with ultimate speed.