So I am finally home from Quebec. It's weird because there isn't all this stuff that I HAVE to do (il n'y a pas d'activités obligatoires - just kidding, I won't pretend I'm all fluent and whatnot and be all pretentious writing in French). But on the other hand all the free time means I can do all the crafts and projects (and blogging) I want to do and have been putting off. Provided I don't get sucked in by the television, that is. Television and I, we gots a complicated relayshunship. Anyways, one of these projects is dying my hair. I am going to get it cut and bleached lighter blond by my hairdresser, but I think I am going to dye it with Manic Panic or something soon. Thus the hair photos make sense. I don't think I want to dye my whole head, but I don't want those funny-looking piece-y streaks either. I'll figure something out...provided I don't chicken out. But that's only because, as much as I will deny it and try my damnedest not to, I care entirely all to much about what other people think about me. It's ridiculous, because probably anyone who would judge me is not someone I would care about at all..but I'm still human. It's all so vain isn't it? Worrying about what other people think about you? I think we're all a bit too wrapped up in our own lives to really be worrying about anyone else's anyway. Or judging the decisions they make or the way they dress. Well, enough about my insecurities and human faults...isn't rainbow hair cool? :) I like the idea of just dying the tips, but my hair's so short, I don't really know how that would work. And gradation of colour. That's cool, too.
