Games, Cars and Comics

Don’t dye your hair blue.

So, I had blue hair for nearly a year. I am now sick of maintaining it, want a change and need neutral hair for employment reasons. I have been trying to get rid of it for a month.

I’ve bought 7 colour-strippers. 7. I’ve used them all, and now my hair is a dark green colour. Only one of the brands I bought works relatively well but it’s $60 for about 3 uses - and I’ve bought 3 boxes. It’d completely get rid of the green but then when I wash my hair it’d come right back.

I went to 3 hairdressers and told them about it, they all told me I’d have to bleach it out - which I really didn’t want to do. But, I did. I put bleach on my hair for FOURTY MINUTES (that’s way too long to bleach your hair, I was self-dyed platinum blonde for 2 years and I’d never even dare to do that). I washed the bleach out, and now…

My hair is even greener. All the bits that seemed to have come out are now legitimately fucking greener. The blue is gone, so that’s super, but it’s green all over and I cannot, for the life of me, get rid of it. I’ve spent hundreds of dollars trying even though I don’t currently have a job, and it won’t change even slightly.

If I can’t get rid of this in the next week I literally have no choice but to dye it blue again and hope to God I find a place of employment that accepts that. I cannot fucking believe bleach didn’t even work. It made my roots go blonde, didn’t even slightly affect the green.

Oh my God, this doesn’t make sense, and it’s super fucking annoying. I can’t afford to keep trying to fix this.

Edit: Hairdressers also told me I can’t dye over the top of it with black/brown because it’ll show through. Since my hair is bleached blonde underneath, any colour I dye it will fade into a sickly, browny green. I’d prefer it how it is now than ‘sickly, browny green.’

I try to keep an open mind to most opinions, but if you don’t believe in aliens we will not get along. Just saw a documentary that tried to tell me why God chose Earth and only Earth for his creations. Apparently, believing in other life forms is sin.

Seriously, you think Earth houses the only living organisms in the ever expansive universe? Fuck off.

Woke up at 7:30am (I don’t even know how), going downstairs to make tea in hopes I intercept mum and she makes me breakfast.

I am the worst.

EDIT: It worked. #noregrets

Gears of War: Judgement has officially been announced.

Man, I’m excited for E3 tomorrow night. Darksiders 2, Farcry 3, Dishonoured, Assassins Creed 3, Tomb Raider, Hitman and now GoW as well? Could it get any better!?

Keep trying to mine Glowstone in the Nether but fucking Ghasts keep killing me when I don’t even realise they’re near me.

This is driving me insaiyan.

So, my mum is full aware I’d like to be a journalist, a gaming journalist, even. I told her about my opportunity with Luna, which is a very popular website and I have a shot at writing for their magazine pretty soon… Which is crazy considering I have absolutely no qualifications and no real experience, it’s a super good opportunity for me. I was so stoked.

I told my mum, and she said, “how much are you getting paid?” and I basically dismissed that, because I’m not getting much. And that was it. No congratulations, no hint of excitement. She just went on about how I need a job.

I love my mum, I really do, but she’s not even remotely supportive of what I genuinely want to do. All she cares about is that I’m doing something she considers productive, she doesn’t actually care about where I want to go. My best friend, when I told him, was like HOLY SHIT DUDE SO EXCITED FOR YOU! The boy I’m seeing did the same thing.

I mean, it’s not a big deal. It’s just nice to know when someone supports you no matter how unrealistic or unconventional your dreams might be. Not that mine are, I’d just prefer that she want me to be happy as opposed to wanting what she considers to be ‘best’ for me. And it doesn’t help that she always comments on how she wishes I liked ‘girl stuff’ and asks me why I don’t buy dresses instead of figurines for once. Idk, I’m probably expecting too much. My dad doesn’t even know how old I am, so she’s miles ahead of him.

I guess my idea of ‘love’ (platonic or not) is wanting someone to be happy, more than anything. It’s not what you buy them or the errands you run for them, it’s your efforts to let them be unrealistic at the expense of their happiness. It’s your attempts to hear them out and make them smile regardless of your mood. That’s what I expect of someone I love, that’s what I’d do for them, that’s what I need to know they love me, too.