Patience

Well, yesterday was a nightmare. I think the day went fine but I can't remember because the night was so traumatic. Oh my gatos!!
I had met a girl and liked her hair so I asked her who did it, she recommended a girl at a beauty school. I was fine with it and made an appointment. The beauty school itself is really nice.
I made the mistake of saying I wanted to keep my blonde streaks in my hair. I could try to explain for hours why it went wrong but let's just say it went terribly wrong. First of all, it took the girl over 3 hours just to foil my hair. She got me soaking wet when she washed it out. When I got home, I found out I had hair dye all over the back of my shirt. Anyway, she almost started crying when she washed it out because my hair was blonde all over the top and dark dark red in the back AND my roots were still showing. I told her to just dye my hair one color and get rid of those roots. There was a meeting over my hair and the instructor insisted on putting in low lights. She had two girls foiling my hair at the same time. Ok..so how does this end..my hair is lots of colors..none of them the red I wanted. I got home around 11:30pm. Yep...I started at 5pm and got done about 11:15! I was exhausted but I couldn't sleep.
Then today, I went back (why???) to get my hair cut. I am still unsure of why I went back except that I felt sorry for the girl. She was upset and she knew I wasn't happy with my color. The good news is that in 5 weeks I will get it done again but I won't be going back there. So why did I go back for my haircut? I have no idea...all I know is that I committed to going back so I did.
So I hate my hair...wait..hate is a strong word..I don't hate it..It just isn't what I wanted.