I am Absolutely Insane

I'm sitting in the salon getting highlights. These are not minor highlights; they're half-my-hair-in-tinfoil highlights, and I'm afraid it was a very bad idea. It's too late to change my mind, of course. I suppose if they're really awful I can dye my hair again, but probably not today. Not before the whole school sees me tomorrow.

I'm afraid they're going to be pink.

This whole thing started a couple of weeks ago. I decided I was tired of the red and that I'd let it grow out. Of course that would leave me with major roots, so I thought maybe I'd try getting highlights, to help blend everything together. I discussed the idea with a friend who came to visit. We were watching The Terminal, admiring Catherine Zeta Jones's hair: straight shoulder-length cut with bangs at about eye-level. (Catherine Zeta Jones looks particularly gorgeous in The Terminal.)

My friend thought I wold look good with that hair style. This friend is very fashionable, and has been trying to make me a little fashionable, too. She encouraged me to go red in December and was thrilled when I bought the tight jeans. ("Carrie, those are not too tight.") Her long-term goal is to get me to pluck my eyebrows. I'm not ready for such a major step.

Still, somehow I found myself in the salon last Thursday getting bangs cut. Bangs! On me! I haven't had bangs since I was...13, maybe. And here I am today getting highlights. (Some of the tinfoil just came off. I can't tell, but it doesn't really look pink. Definitely yellow. Oh boy. What am I doing to myself?)

I'm not sure how I feel about the bangs, although I've had them long enough to get a little used to them. I don't freak out anymore when I feel them on my forehead; that was only the first couple of days. They don't look anything like Catherine Zeta Jones's, of course--they're very Ukrainian bangs--but I've received a lot of compliments on them. I met a few friends in Yevpatoria on Sunday and they all told me how good I am looking. (And since I don't get unprompted compliments from boys all that often....)

But now I've gone and gotten highlights! I'm sitting here waiting for the rest of the tinfoil to come out, and I have knots in my stomach. About hair!

What's come over me?

Upadate, Thursday: I don't like it. Highlights are always harsh at first, of course. I know that. I've seen friends get them. So I'm hoping they kind of blend in a bit more over the next couple of weeks. They're not pink, exactly, but the way the yellow lightens my hair has a pinkish tinge when seen all together. I'll try to get a picture to show you all.