Oiga! Macha!

I’m a total blonde right now. I’m not one of those chicks who pretends to be a ‘true’ blonde with my hair trying to look like a naturals. I’m a bleach peroxide blonde, it’s amazing, I’m like Goldie Locks with a, “Oh yea, this color? I put eight eggs on it this morning and what’s your problem?” added to it.

Yesterday, the professional mixed 40 level peroxide with bleaching powder which is the strongest around here (you can get 50 lvl but I think that’s only for the states and only people with licenses can get their hands on it).

She left the bleach in for an hour and a half, I was like, Is..it…suppose to be in here for so long? My hair is SO going to fall out or I’m going to have a bleeding scalp by the end of this. You’re suppose to put 20-30 level peroxide with the bleaching powder if you’re going to bleach the roots, but she didn’t do that – it was 40 all the way. I felt very much like, “…Dearrrrr god, it’s going to ruined.”

The girls at the salon were very impressed at how ‘greso’ (thick?) my dark brown hair and how super healthy it was. Glad they fixed that, eh? She washed my hair for the first bleach job and was like, “None of your hair fell out!” with a very shocked and surprised tone. Normally, if one’s hair turns white through bleach you’re hair is in the worst possible state and should be breaking off – my roots are white and they’re not breaking off. Amazing? Che-yeah.

10 levels of Rape.

In total there were three bleach jobs that were done. I went in at 10:20am and left at 1:15pm. My fringe, where I had it bleached previously, was the only part that was seriously affected and bits of it was breaking off. It’s a platinum white right now and it’s not falling out right at this moment so I’m cool.  Overall everything is pretty strong.

-Most- people are digging it at work, and I’m like, NO, it’s awful. This guy told me, “you should stick with blonde, that’s your color, and all I have to do is wait ’till your 18 so I can say the stuff I want to.” I was like, “>.<. Just get back to work”. A lot of my co-workers did not recognize me at all, I went up to a co-worker to kiss/greet her hello and she gave me this look of, “Why is some random chick touching me?”. One of my friends  said, “When you were walking up to us, I said to myself, hey that chick looks like Fluff but blonde………Oh SHIT! O.O’….”

When I left the salon random men would call me macha…I was like, dude, I’m no macha, go away and burn. Macha = White chick in Costa Rican slang. I was in a car with my friend and one of his friends (who I met like 15 minutes ago at that moment) mentions about the pope going around Africa telling them that condoms are bad geebees to use. I gave him the stats about condoms and STDS because, -I- out of all people would know them, and he was like, “This chick ain’t no dummy, boys!” I believe the blondeness might have made him think I was living in the ghetto, but I showed him, ha! Even today at work one of my co-workers told me, “I’m going to call you bimbo from now on.” Death with beadie eyes, -.-.

I was walking through San Jose using my usual route to get to work today and the lady who tries to sell lottery tickets by screaming out their brand names stopped screaming half way. The regular vendors around that area recognize me even though I don’t talk to anybody – it’s hard to miss the chick with big stompie boots and weird multicolor hair, but when I was passing them they acted very, “O.o ZUMG. Does..wah..wurh..Blurh?!” Prettttty funny.

Monday I go blue headed with white on my fringe. I’ll show pictures, I guess, with the process of me going ‘normal’ head, to blondie, to blue….Maybe >.>.

A note: From what I read bleach and peroxide take years off of your life and can cause breast cancer. Those could just be claims, but it honestly might be true cause I can feel my brain not liking the chems too much – wonder if this is a less painful version of what chemo feels like? Anyway, to make up for the years missing, I’m drinking Green Tea on a daily basis cause that stuff makes you the zen teddy bear of the world and they have this miggie piggie thingie that I can’t remember the name of in the tea that is super healthy and it relaxes all your muscles.

Ma brain has absorbed the breast cancer causing chemices and have damaged over a hundred of ma brain cells. Mmm tasty….

Signing off,

- I ma brain deed.