and cut all my hair off. Was freaking out earlier, but I have officially gone through the entire grieving process:
Denial: "This is just a dream.. this HAS to be a dream... "
Anger: "No, its not a dream. I am such an idiot! WHAT HAVE I DONEEEEE!!???????!!!?"
Barganing: "I can get extensions. I can fly to tampa for a day and mommy will make it all better! I wish I would have just stopped cutting! why didn't I stop!!?!?"
Depression: (incoherent babbling as I bawled on the phone to my mom)
Acceptance: I can go to Sally Beauty Supply and get some new color, then it will be totally rad.
... its not the end of the world after all =)