And then I became a creepy ginger

This weekend, somewhere in between the beers and the gourmet hot dogs and the AMAZING GLEE CONCERT and more beers and the Korean fried chicken and some guy giving me his belt so that I could wrap it around my head like Quailman from Doug and then asking for my number and then talking shit about me on Facebook and I totally took the high road and did NOT publicly call him out for saying mean things AFTER getting my number and texting me but WHATEVER I WASN'T INTERESTED IN YOU ANYWAY, D-BAG, I got my hair dyed orange.


It obviously wasn't supposed to be orange but I guess these things happen sometimes. Also, this picture does not do the brightness of my orange hair justice. I assure you, in person it is much more Crayola crayon and much less...normal. It might not be a crayon that comes in the 8 crayon box, and maybe not even in the 16, but in the hugest size that Crayola sells, I guarantee you there is a crayon in there with this color on it.

Unless your hair is black or dark brown, you shouldn't be able to find your hair color in a crayon box. Mark that down. Life lesson #1.

No one has said anything bad about it, and many people have said it looks good, but it means people are either being nice or I guess they legitimately like it. I refuse to believe that EVERYONE likes it though because I am pretty not-at-all picky about my hair color and totally loved it even when I accidentally dyed it fire engine red in college, so I think this is pretty bad. But I'll get used to it.

For the record, I wanted more of this.


See? That hair color is awesome. Red, not orange.

That's a mighty fine looking beer too, actually.