Bleach

I honestly think I have an obsession.
It's getting ridiculous.
I bleached my hair on the 4th of July, and then tonight I bleached it again and you can't even see the difference!! Well you can a little, but my hair isn't white yet :P
This is I think the 7th or 8th time I've put bleach in my hair since Christmas. What started out as light reddish brown streakiness has progressed into my current uber-duber light shade of platinum. I'm honestly going for white at this point.
I've processed it so many times myself that I'm kind of an expert on hair dye now. And toner, I'm a total ninja with the toner.
My friends call me Blondiepants.
I mean, I love being a Blondiepants, but it's sooo much work! Bleaching my roots, deep conditioning like there's no tomorrow... My obsessive hairdye habits result in my having to do a lot of up-keep. Plus my hair repigments itself and turns yellowy so I have to tone it wayyy more often than is healthy for it.
And yes, this post was inspired by Laura Wadkin's posting about wanting to be blonde. Shout out: You'll love being blonde too, if you decide to go through with that <3
I'm just complaining, and it's probably very shallow sounding compared to my last post, but oh fucking well. Being blonde is awesome, despite the steriotypes, and we have just about as much fun as brunettes do ;)