Today I did about a million things that I shouldn't have done and so far everything's worked out fine.

The morning began with me skipping class and sleeping in. (I don't think I missed a damn thing.)

Then I sent my husband on a journey to go pick up a prescription my doctor's office had said they wouldn't fill until I had my biannual medication check-up. (Apparently they were bluffing.)

I spent most of the day playing Call of Duty and putting off writing a paper. (I got promoted to rank 51- Lieutentant General II. I still have yet to complete the paper, but I'm working on it.)

Work called and offered me some extra hours, I told them I couldn't because I had to concentrate on writing aforementioned paper. Instead of writing the paper, I went to a beauty supply store, bought hair coloring "equipment" then went to work to say hi, inform my coworkers that the next time they saw me I would be blonde, and that I still couldn't pick up the extra hours (even though I apparently had time for the hair dyeing adventure).

Back to the hair coloring experience, I naively accepted suspicious advice from the girls who worked there. They recommended a product that apparently was not capable of doing what they said it would and I purchased it against my better judgment. (On the bright side, it only cost about 3 dollars and it didn't do anything *bad* to my hair, it just didn't really do much of anything, so it was easily remediable.)

I dyed my hair three times and blow dried it twice today. The first attempt involved 40 volume developer. I did not wear gloves, even though I was obviously supposed to. The second involved a ton of L'Oreal Super Blonde bleach, which was applied to hair that had been dyed dark brown, which the instructions explicitly forbade. The third dying adventure involved me finally getting my hair to look acceptable and blonde rather than brassy, yellow at the roots, and orange at the bottom. (My hair should be breaking like crazy and feel like straw, but is surprisingly in great shape. I could even run a brush through it without pulling out tons of hair.)

I lightened my eyebrows, at home, by myself, using generic facial creme bleach whose instructions explicitly forbade eyebrow use due to the risk of, you know, blindness. I had never done it before and relied on advice from an internet forum to guide me through the process. (They turned out perfect).

Right now I am focusing more on Go Team Internet than on that unwritten paper lurking in the depths of "what I should really be doing right now."

academically speaking, that is.

and I realize you only went blonde, but the way you attained the blonde was the rebellion like my crazy color would be for me.

The swift, dramatic changes in my hair color are probably crazy enough. It was actually out of character for me to give anyone a warning before the dye job. The only reason why I did it is because the beauty supply store is literally right next door to where I work.

Which reminds me of the astounding fact that the girl at the beauty supply store didn't recognize me because I was wearing a tee shirt and jeans instead of my work clothes. There was literally nothing different about my appearance other than that, and I've interacted with her on a "neighborly" basis at least half a dozen times in the past couple of weeks. She even gives me a discount when I come in to buy chapstick during my lunch break. Today she had no idea who I was until I asked if I would get the 5% discount on my hair dye stuff, got a puzzled stare in response, and reminded her that I work next door. How the hell does that even happen?