september thirteenth.

First blog post from overseas for second year! I'm back in my lovely apartment in bucharest after heart-wrenching goodbyes with my sisters and cousins and friends. THAT was hard. I saw marisa last, since she goes to half day kindergarden and was out by the time my flight left. We were crying so hard in the car and I tried pulling myself together and briskly said "I'm being dumb, I need to stop crying." and she replied with "No, you're not. Dumb people don't cry, people who have others that care about them do. You have people who love you very much, you can cry." SHE'S SIX. SIX! gahhhh. Did I mention she's six? I did? Oh, okay. So after gross flights and annoyingness and terrible traffic getting from the airport to my apartment, I'm homeeee. I went out my first night with yolie after not seeing her for six weeks and we just picked up where we left off. I had mashed potatoes and beer(s) and we talked for hours. I got in around 4 after not sleeping for literally two days. I silently relished my freedom while astringenting my face and crawled into bed really content.... then I woke up at 7 in the evening. Doing stuff during the day FAIL. Last night I did something I've never done before... I bleached and highlighted my hair pink. Shocking! I know!! I've never had highlights or dyed my hair or ANYTHING. I'm ultra conservative when it comes to my hair  this was a BIG DEAL. I googled and read yahoo! answers about everything, so I was obviously totally prepared... LOL. I haphazardly decided what pieces I wanted to dye then awkwardly sectioned it off with really lame bobby pins. It was a mess. Bleach got on my face, on my shirt, it was no good. I like, clumped aluminum foil around the processing pieces, not like smooth, neat ones they do at the salon. No, like grab a piece and crumple it until it stays. Now that I'm writing this I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at how it turned out. Okay, back to the story. Bleach turned my hair like MALFOY'S. Yeah. And while I'm all googly for tom felton I DON'T want my hair like his. I got really scared, and immediately wanted to stop everything and go back. Blah. I trudged onward, rinsed the bleach out, looked away quickly so I didn't start crying, and went to apply dye. Now this was tricky since I was doing pieces and not everything. So I tried really hard to get like a layered look for my bangs... mmyeah, didn't happen. The side parts are too chunky and I wish I did more parts, but smaller sections. It's crazy vibrant around some parts near my scalp and others are like cotton candy pink. It took a while to warm up to, but pinned a certain way it looks cool, and I feel I can actually go take the exams I failed without teachers writing me off as a delinquent. I have yet to show it to um, actual people, besides my twitter friends which aren't that many, and even that I did for the sole purpose of my cousin asking to see it, and I like her a lot, so I couldn't say no. I'm excited for the gross intense parts to calm the heck down after I wash it a few times, and apparently after the color starts fading I can just retouch with dye, no bleach needed! hollllller. Okay I think those are my thoughts I wanted to record for the day in my fake pensieve.

xox,

loveacrosstheocean.

[photo caption: pink hair!]