Friday, July 6, 2012

Green Hair is All The Rage Now In Paris (Not)

In all honesty, I've never really liked The Fourth of July. To me, all the day really seems to celebrate is burned hot dogs, roman candle-related trips to the emergency room, and drunk relatives. But everyone else seems to enjoy it, so maybe I've just become bitter and jaded when it comes to Independence Day because of past experiences. I'll admit, though, that I genuinely like visiting my grandmother and grandfather for the holiday, which is what we did to celebrate yesterday. I love my grandparents, but I think I mostly like it because they have a big in-ground pool. I may be in high school now, but I swear to god, that thing turns me into a five year old every time I jump in.

I spent five straight hours in the pool, playing mermaid, doing backflips, and eventually just falling asleep in a pool chair. When I finally emerged, I was somehow not sunburned, and I thought I had gotten off completely scott-free. But, as I now know, and as everyone else but me probably already knew, spending five hours in a swimming pool does not come without a price. When we got home, I decided that it was time for me to go to the bathroom. So, with the Panda Express fried rice we had picked up on the way home in hand, I ambled into the bathroom. As I was setting down the take-out box on the counter, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I almost choked on a piece of carrot.

My hair was green. Like, really, really, GREEN.

Okay, it could have been worse. It wasn't Oopma Loompa green, just a sickly shade of blondeish-greenish-leprechaun-sweat colour. I knew my shampoo made specifically for blondes was not going to be enough to fix this. So I half-frantically searched for the cure on the internet and eventually turned up some promising-looking results. I spent the next hour trying to fix my hair, which included wildly entertaining activities such as going outside and soaking my head in a bucket full of water mixed with vinegar and aspirin.

I had to bring my iPod and turn up the volume too high so I could drown out all the fireworks, which by the way are ILLEGAL IN CITY LIMITS, JERKS FROM THE STREET OVER. Eventually I got most all the green out of my hair, and I finished it off with a baking soda/shampoo wash today, so everything is back to normal. Hope you guys had better Independence Days than I did. And now. Quote of the Day: “You can find your way across this country using burger joints the way a navigator uses stars.” -Charles Kuralt. Picture of the day:

Word of the day: Scuttlebutt- gossip.

Ocean Picture:

Hope you enjoyed the new illustration feature! You better, because I stayed up until 5:00 in the morning to get that done for you guys.

Love, Colours.


  1. The second picture made me laugh so hard that my parents yelled at me for a "random outburst of sound" :)

    1. LOL well good to know the drawings were well-recieved. :D