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Bleached my hair for the first time since I was little
I bought box dye (well, hair bleach) at the supermarket recently. I bleached my hair today, with the help of a relative because I was too afraid to try on my own.
It advertised itself as being some Nordic Blonde 9 Levels Of Lift Super Ultra Hitler Whatever. And I saw it on the shelf and thought, why not? I've been considering it for months now, more than months, perhaps a year. And there is no better time than now, or so I have been told...
One of the big reasons I was afraid to go for it, as embarrassing as it is to say, is because I really didn't want to look like Nettspend. I mean, you get it, right? Scrawny white boy, bleached hair. What if I looked like him? Women would start avoiding me immediately.
I went to that relative's house and she studied the instructions. She did not fully care for them. She used to colour her own hair every month at least, so she considered herself experienced, and well I trust her so I let her take the reins. Lucky she told me I should probably take my earrings out because I often forget I even wear them.
The instructions said not to put the stuff on the roots for the first fifteen minutes, so they were entirely uneventful. I scrolled Pinterest on my phone, as did she, despite having my Kindle in my back pocket the entire time. How brainrotted I have become...
When it came time to put it on the roots, I thought, oh my God this stuff is cold! And then I thought, oh my God this stuff is hot! The burning, though painful, was not actually unpleasant.
We went back to scrolling Pinterest independently, as one does. As I have infected her feed by looking things up on her phone while we are out of the house to demonstrate certain concepts, she saw one photo of Tuna and Lettuce from Sanpun and turned her iPad to face me. "Is that Jun Togawa?"
No, no, no. That's not Jun Togawa, that's Tuna and Lettuce.
"Oh. Well I thought it was Jun Togawa."
Thus began our scrolling through the results for my search for "Jun Togawa" on her Pinterest account. The bigger screen helps. I find myself incredibly fixated on her robot-arm look—why? I suppose it's all the same reason I love cyber-kei and picopico music...
I stopped noticing the pain after a while, but apparently my skin is really sensitive. All red and stuff. Touching it right now makes my brain break for a moment. But I thought, is that not because of the bleach? I don't think it's particularly sensitive! Do I think wrong?! Maybe so. Maybe so...
When the time was up she rinsed and washed my hair for me, just in case. It was nice... it's always nice to have someone else messing with your hair, and the hot water makes it just so lovely. I wish I could run a hot bath and sink into it until the water goes lukewarm! But I don't exactly have a bath around me.
I need to travel so that I can stay in a hotel with a bath, so that I can take a bath. Is that too much to ask for?
Anyway, because my hair was wet, she insisted on blow drying it too. My God. Well, I didn't stop her...! I got to sit there with hot air all over my head and not think, so it's not anything I can say no to. Relaxing...
It was impossible to get my hair into a good position for the photo, which is probably a sign. The dye job was uneven, and it's orange-ish, but it's fine. It's Punk. It's Visual Kei and you can't say shit about that. It looks way nicer in real life.
Unfortunately, it's now really obvious that I need to cut it, and she's always bugging me about it anyway. Do I trust her to give me an emo haircut, too? I'm not so sure about that one...
but do I have any better options? :p
I left my earrings at her place, unfortunately. All three of them (What a shit number, I really need more ear piercings). I'll have to rescue them. Well, we have plans to do it all a second time in a week or so to lighten it further, so let's see how that goes.