Post by Claw on May 10, 2009 12:30:40 GMT -5
This is a lovely story of visiting my (slightly) demented cousin and dealing with the consequences of being extremely bored at her house and being talked into doing anything. I also learn that red hair and pale skin make me look like that vampire girl from "You Suck".
On one of my (very often) impulses, I decided to join my mom and brother in visiting my cousin Sam and her family. Now Sam is your average college student...friends, semi-good grades, and a talent for getting her younger cousins way over their heads when it come to hair-coloring products.
So half-way through the visit (about 10:23pm) I got very bored and crashed on the living room couch. Sam walks in on this and says she has about a half hour before she has to get back to her paintings and that 'we' should do something fun.
Of course I fail to realize that when she says 'we' she means 'herself only' and that 'fun' means 'shoving your head into a very uncomfortable position over the bathtub while I grind "Rusty Red" dye into your scalp'.
A painful 30 minutes later I pull myself up to look at a mirror and.. TA-DAH!! I'm a redhead!
She gives herself a nice, clean pair of red streaks and explains to my mother that she was only trying to do the same for me and the whole cup-o'-dye spilled out. She's fine, but god and everyone in my school knows I am SCREWED. I mean, I like red. It's my favorite color. But I am not, nor was I supposed to be anything but a brunette for my entire life!
So the moral of this story is none other than "Don't trust you psycho cousin near your head with dye unless you want to be turned into a female version of Ronald McDonald".
On one of my (very often) impulses, I decided to join my mom and brother in visiting my cousin Sam and her family. Now Sam is your average college student...friends, semi-good grades, and a talent for getting her younger cousins way over their heads when it come to hair-coloring products.
So half-way through the visit (about 10:23pm) I got very bored and crashed on the living room couch. Sam walks in on this and says she has about a half hour before she has to get back to her paintings and that 'we' should do something fun.
Of course I fail to realize that when she says 'we' she means 'herself only' and that 'fun' means 'shoving your head into a very uncomfortable position over the bathtub while I grind "Rusty Red" dye into your scalp'.
A painful 30 minutes later I pull myself up to look at a mirror and.. TA-DAH!! I'm a redhead!
She gives herself a nice, clean pair of red streaks and explains to my mother that she was only trying to do the same for me and the whole cup-o'-dye spilled out. She's fine, but god and everyone in my school knows I am SCREWED. I mean, I like red. It's my favorite color. But I am not, nor was I supposed to be anything but a brunette for my entire life!
So the moral of this story is none other than "Don't trust you psycho cousin near your head with dye unless you want to be turned into a female version of Ronald McDonald".
