4 hours

Its Saturday night. I am sitting in my bed alone, and not sad about it one bit!  Orrin is out with his friends probably rockin' a little too hard on Rock Band (he's obsessed), and I just finished the movie Waitress.  It was SO good.  I don't like pies but now I want to make one.  And I want a little baby girl that I can sing that adorable song to. If you haven't seen that movie, DO!

On a more negative note.  I hate Paul Mitchelle.  I hate that school.  I am so livid.

So I call two weeks ago to set up an appointment with a girl I heard was GREAT. She was booked.  So I asked them to place me with someone who was in the same class as her, so they do.  3 days later they call and say that I will have to come the next Sat because they are doing the bridal show.  Fine, I have waited this long to get my hair done I can wait another week.  

Today was the day.  Had my appointment made with a girl who was supposed to be far enough along in school that she would be good.

I get there at 10:00 am. I get placed with a different Hair Girl. Okay, no big deal, they must have just placed me with another girl who was in the same class as the other.   A little bit into it I find out Hair Girl is a fairly new student.  Didn't think it was a big deal until 2+ hours later when she gets the last foil in my hair.  Then I sit there 20 minutes to let it "process."  Hair Girl thinks that if she touches the foils that my hair will process it faster. idiot.

They are supposed to give you a 5 minute stress free head massage as they wash your hair.  Hair Girl thinks if you are in the washing room for 5 minutes that counts.

Its time for the cut. I had a picture of what I wanted.  It was so simple. Everyone thought it was such  cute cut.  1 hour later, my hair looks nothing like the picture. In fact, its about 1 1/2- 2 in. shorter than what I wanted.  She gives it a thorough hair dry.  Then she starts the straightening process.  Hair Girl has this fancy spray, "its a heat lock. It helps keep the color and the moisture in your hair," she says as she drenches the bottom part of my hair (that didn't get any color) with the special spray.  Since my hair was so wet from the spray, when she put the flat iron on it, lots of steam came off.  It was so close to my head that it actually burned me. Bad.  Its been over 10 hours and I can still feel it.  So she spends another 15 minutes straightening what little hair she left me with.  I tend to cary stress in my shoulders.  I kid you not that I was so stressed my right shoulder was THROBBING by the time this process ended. 

4 hours later, and a good bitching to the man who rung me up about when I ask to be placed with a certain student I expect to be placed with them, I leave.

I get home, look in the mirror and the color of my hair is exactly the same.  Old dark roots and all.  I have no desire to go back there to have them fix it.  I don't have 3 hours.  And besides, they probably wouldn't, they make you sign so much crap.  

I have never gone to a hair school because I was scared something like this would happen. I let my guard down and great, I have a burnt head and the same poop blonde hair color with one little streak of bright blonde.

(pictures later.)

curse words.