THE GREAT DEBATE I’ve obsessed over lately is what I should do with my hair. Should I go platinum? Dirty blond? Dark brown? Sassy red? Short hair? Long hair? Medium hair? Leave it, curl it, style it, throw it in a bun. . .there is just too many choices. I *almost* miss the times I didn’t have to think of these things, back in the day when I never dyed my hair, always wore a pony tail and didn’t care about the bangs that hung over my eyes. Then I got a wild hair to change all of this back in October, and I went from this:

To this:

Which was wickedly beautiful, until now six months down the road. The highlights have faded and I’m left with a Peppy La Pue skunk streak down the top of my head, with all the remaining highlights on one side and none on the other.

Fanfreakingtastic.

Last picture of my old hair, and I only posted this in case you’ve forgotten that I actually DO have teeth.

So. Now on to the real story, where I dashed into the mall, and the first place won’t do a color appointment after six. The second was run by two witchy girls that probably would’ve dyed my hair green if I would’ve went through with it. So my last, but probably best option was JC Penny’s, who had cut/styled my hair before. I lucked out, got the best stylist (Jennie is her name, and seriously, ask for her. She knows whats up.) So I trusted her with choosing the right shade of DARK BROWN.

I feel happy.

I feel cute.

I feel cocky.

And to be truthful? Even though I was shooting for a Bella Swan/Sara Evans hair color. . .it came out like Kate Beckinsale in Underworld. And I’m perfectly ok with that. I have the blue eyes, light skin, the dark hair, the obsession with fantasy, and I feel evil. Vampire AubMo, anyone?

Post note: No, I am not nakie in these pics. Even though they are modest and only show my shoulders (gasps!) I am also wearing a tube top. Which apparently doesn’t show up on head shots, imagine that.