Okay.

Prom is in two weeks. As some of you may know, and by that I mean Britt. My dress is bright green, and my hair is washed out red. Not a good combination.
So I asked my mom if she'd be willing to spare me some to get my hair done, since I'm already spending a shitload on this dance as it is.
She agreed.

So I went down there, in a pleasant mood. Gonna get my hair done, not gonna have to pay for it, and I'm gonna look good when I get out. Good deal, right?

Wrong.

My hair is naturally blonde, and so I asked if it would be possible to get the red dye out of my hair. So they did this thing called a 'Malibu' - the name honestly has nothing to do with the procedure.
Basicly they put a bunch of smelly gunk in my hair and sat me under a space helmet (hairdryer) for half an hour.

So after that my hair was washed out, then they dyed it, washed it again. Then she put this freaky plastic hood on my head, it was kind of like that thing old ladies wear when they go out it the rain. And she poked holes in it and pulled my hair through them in order to do the highlights. And by highlights I mean major bleaching.
So I sat with a burning scalp, for another hour. And the red in my hair -would not- come out, for anything.
The stylest insisted on scritching through my hair, again, scalp was BURNING. And she wasn't helping it any.
So the highlights got done, and they looked like shit.
And she knew they looked like shit.

So she asked if I wanted her to just dye over it all.
So I said fuck it.
And now my hair is brown.

I spent seven hours in that fucking place.
Never going back.