hair rant

If you are a girl you will know exactly what I am talking about.

So you finally get around to taking a shower around like 11 at night. You go to bed around 1230 and think ah, this is so wonderful being clean. You are actually kind of excited to get up and do your hair tomorrow. This is an amazing feeling.

You wake up in the morning and you realize your happiness is short lived. Going to bed with wet hair = bad idea. Your hair is either plastered to your face or in a mess all around your head. When it's finally brushed through your thinking "I swear I took a shower!".

Now you don't know what to do. You have an 45 minutes till class and now that you are just as bad off as you were before the shower you have to figure out what to do. And today is just not a pony-tail day.

That's when you begin what will last the next 30 minutes.

First option: straightening it.

You untangle your mess of a straightener, plug it in and go to town. Your first section goes relatively well, and then you reach the crown of you head. As you run your fingers through it to grab the next section, you can tell this won't end well.

As you straighten the crown it looks as greasy as those french fries from scoreboard. You finish, because once you start you just can't stop.

Second option: Pony-tail

As you are staring at the mess you think, ugh, I guess it has to be a pony-tail day. You put it up. Not satisfied. Take it back down and mess with it. Maybe if you squish it up and push up your roots it will mask the fact that your hair can't seem to do anything right. You try it and fail.

Then you try ratting it. While getting out your comb and hairspray you realize it is now 7:20 and are not even remotely ready. Honestly.

When your hair is finally the size of Utah you pull out your hairtie and attempt this one more time. You get it up thinking, this has to work. And it's still flat and sick.

You try the straightening thing again. And then the secret of all girl secrets comes into play - Baby Powder.

Ah! Why didn't you think of this before? Yeah, well it always comes last. So you pile it on and it looks great. Hallelujah.


Well - normally that's what happens to me. But not today! I went to bed with wet hair and when I woke up, it was all beautiful and crap. Lucky me!