Hair appointments

this is the thing:
I hate hair appointments. I hate getting my hair done. most people probably think i'm crazy, might be shouting "what, she doesn't like getting her hair done? Is she crazy? doesn't she like it when they wash her hair and give the massage- I live for those!" well, I don't. Everytime I go to the hair salon, I walk in hoping for miracles. Hoping that they can make my brownish-blonde hair look radiant, dashing and the most beautiful blonde color ever. and everytime I am filled with disappointment! It turns out too yellow or orange, or is just off, just alittle. This last time I thought let's add some drama, lets add some more colors- maybe cinnamon or caramel. doesn't that sound delicious?! Give the hair some diminsion.

that sounds amazing. i would love if when I walked into the hair salon, they had all the answers. that they knew exactly what to do with my hair and when I left, I felt like a million bucks. even more actually. felt like a movie star... because ultimately, that is what i want to be. and I can't go around hollywood with orange hair. (or, as of late, gray- from the awful brown that it turned out to be- the brown has faded and left this awfulness.)

Needless to say, tomorrow I am going to hell. I am going to my hair appointment. I am trying a new salon and hopefully the turnout will be heaven, the best experience ever. A girl can hope, can't she?