my hair, thanks to a dropout.

"beauty school dropout, no graduation day for you. beauty school dropout, missed your mid-terms and flunked shampoo..."

--grease

meet hannah: official beauty school dropout.

meet brielle: hair-challenged.

brielle wants her hair dyed in peekaboos.

so, naturally hannah (since she went to hair school for a month) decides to save brielle money and do it herself.

what a kind soul!

they went to walmart and picked out only the best blonde hair dye,

pulled out the tinfoil,

and the comb,

and prayed real hard.

brielle was scared, to say the least.

but hannah said, "trust me. i learned a lot that first month."

and brielle decided she would have a little faith.

after putting on all the dye and foil...

hannah decides its a great time to mention that

"your hair might turn orange. wait, yep. its orange."

....great.

hannah claims she told brielle this all along.

that is not true.

and now, brielle has an orange streak in the back of her hair

that cannot be fixed for a couple weeks as to not damage her lovely locks.

luckily, its not noticeable from the front.

the moral of the story?

never trust a beauty school dropout.

plain and simple.

&& i guess that's what i get for being fearless & trusting.

disclaimer:

**for the record, i love hannah, and i have no hard feelings towards her for turning my hair orange.**