When I was little, my mom used to sing a song that went:
There was a little girl and her name was Grace and she was very special
She had brown eyes and she had brown hair and she was very very cute!
I'm not sure why people get so mad at millennials, because we weren't the ones making up these songs. You try hearing this during your formative years and not growing up with an inflated sense of self. Anyway, my brown hair has always been a part of me.
My sister decided after she graduated from BYU that she wanted to do an apprenticeship with Shep (I'm sure he has a first name but I don't know it), who owns a hair salon in Provo. Over Thanksgiving break I made an impulsive decision to bleach my hair. I guess I was bored and wanted to shake things up. The process of bleaching hair is very long. My scalp itched so bad, and I accidentally spilled Diet Dr. Pepper on the floor and my sister got mad and took my drink away. That wasn't related to the bleaching, I just felt like it was an injustice. They offer you drinks when you come into the salon, and I just feel like they should warn you that if you aren't super careful then your mean sister will take your can away even though you only got to drink half of it and you're really bored sitting in the heater thing and you are being super good and not scratching your head at all even though you want to.
After the bleach sat in my hair for a while and the salon space hat thing heated my head up, my sister washed my hair with cold water. It felt so good to get the bleach out that I wanted to cry. Then she poured some sort of toner on my head, and now I'm blond! Of all my impulsive decisions, this is one of the more positive I've made.
There was a little girl and her name was Grace and she was very special
She had brown eyes and she had brown hair and she was very very cute!
I'm not sure why people get so mad at millennials, because we weren't the ones making up these songs. You try hearing this during your formative years and not growing up with an inflated sense of self. Anyway, my brown hair has always been a part of me.
My sister decided after she graduated from BYU that she wanted to do an apprenticeship with Shep (I'm sure he has a first name but I don't know it), who owns a hair salon in Provo. Over Thanksgiving break I made an impulsive decision to bleach my hair. I guess I was bored and wanted to shake things up. The process of bleaching hair is very long. My scalp itched so bad, and I accidentally spilled Diet Dr. Pepper on the floor and my sister got mad and took my drink away. That wasn't related to the bleaching, I just felt like it was an injustice. They offer you drinks when you come into the salon, and I just feel like they should warn you that if you aren't super careful then your mean sister will take your can away even though you only got to drink half of it and you're really bored sitting in the heater thing and you are being super good and not scratching your head at all even though you want to.
After the bleach sat in my hair for a while and the salon space hat thing heated my head up, my sister washed my hair with cold water. It felt so good to get the bleach out that I wanted to cry. Then she poured some sort of toner on my head, and now I'm blond! Of all my impulsive decisions, this is one of the more positive I've made.
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