Hey blog. Sick of me yet? Well feel for me, I live with myself everyday.
I dyed my hair today, like finally. It was my first time so excuse me for wanting to make public the deflowering of my virgin hair. It was actually a disaster haha. My cousin dyed hair a gazillion times before so she did it for me. As I was working the lab (kitchen) pouring and mixing the dye and peroxide she told me it was nowhere near enough. So I poured more bleach to amp up the volume. Turns out it doesn't work that way. So halfway through we decided to open up a commercial carton (the ones you get in supermarkets and pharmacies lmao) and just made a mess on my head. So while the top of my head is brown, the rest is wtf-you-call-this-brown? The difference between 6% and 9% peroxide. Im currently just lying here surrounded by stinky hair that's kept Bonnie away from me all day.
My hair surprisingly does not feel like hay, it also hasn't fallen off and I'm basically alive. My clothes not so much tho. Who knew dye turned black on cloth? Makes damage more evident I guess. Rubbing into your face that you've got no aim.

I also finally finished reading this book I bought the other day. I don't remember what it's called but it was autographed. The book was goddamn witty but my ass had more charm. So don't read it.

I was also whining to my friend who has finished his internship for pharmacy basically asking how you can survive this every single day. The answer I got made enough sense. That yes you can want to be in a job that is perfectly aligned with your passions and dreams, but realistically speaking, if that happened with all of us, te world would be a different place. Passion isn't enough, you need skill. It is after all, a paid job. Settle with what you're capable of. Sounds a bit deflating, but I was never a big dreamer anyway. It's exhausting!

Holidays are also ending. Cram the books to be read and friends to be had!!