Shallow and Pathetic

I have lots of stuff to say, and tons of pictures to post. I haven't updated in ages, but I've been hording plenty of goodies.
But today, All I can say is:
I Hate My Hair!
Its purple, which has always fixed everything in the past. But yesterday Stacey cut it for me, and instead of "I dunno, my chin or a little shorter" Its the return of the mushroom cut only marginally more punk rock. Everyone else says its excellent. I hate the way it looks and feels and it keeps falling in my eyes. It is too short to tuck behind my ears, so while I no longer have bits on the back of my neck, the irritation has simply moved to my field of vision.
So I thought ok, I'll put it up. But no. Turns out when Stacey and Kate dyed it, they totally missed the underneath sections especially around my ears. So there are still several chunks that are my natural color. I can't put it up because I'd look like a spotted lunatic. Furthermore, it probably wouldn't stay up.
Ok. A real post later. As soon as I stop crying I'll go get dressed and try to put enough product in that it doesn't just sit in my face. I hate putting stuff in my hair, it always ends up feeling sticky and slimy and awful.