Chop chop.

Ahhhhhh!
AHHHHHH!
AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

This just in: haircuts are a bad idea.

So I turned up at the hairdressers at 10:15 for my appointment at 10:30. To my surprise they were actually running early and got me seated straight away. I spent the next ten minutes flicking through colour books, with all my ideas being dismissed by the hairdresser who kept on butting in with remarks such as "that wouldn't look right" or "don't you think that's a bit dull?"

Finally settled on a brown which looked way too dark, but Miss Scissorhands was adamant that "it's not that dark in real life, trust."

It took them four hours (yes, four!) to cut and dye my hair. I'd insisted that I only wanted a trim (if you've noticed I've been unsuccessfully trying to grow my hair for about a year now, but the ends were looking pretty nasty so they needed to go.) The last time I checked, three inches is not a trim, and my hard-earned hair all over the floor was not a very appealing sight to me. They didn't even wash it right so I had go endure two rinses as well as about half an hour under this machine which kept incessantly beeping and burning the back of my neck.

To make matters even worse I was the only customer in the whole place (not surprised after seeing the final result) so I had an audience of about five hairdressers watching as my hair got snipped away. Very unnerving to say the least.

I now look like a fat goth, and had to avoid walking through town in case anyone I knew saw me. I think tomorrow calls for a post-exam dash into town to purchase extensions.