Purple

I thought that my hair could not get anymore purple the last time i dyed it. . . but no no. i was wrong. (read that with a cheerful tone)

Yesterday i went to my good buddy Dallin's hair studio, place, store thing. . . and we chit-chatted and had a wonderful time. . . we were the only ones in the place, it hasn't officially opened yet.

And then my hair was purple. Oh dear.

And so, not much i can do. . . i went to work, and to make it worse. . no one has said a thing, they think i am going threw a hard time and have resorted to punk rock, before i get all emo and kill myself. . . .

The cut is nice, he fixed my bangs (why do we call them bangs?) . . i will fix it Saturday. . . until then i will listen to Blink182 and cut myself.