home, is this a quiet place where you should be alone?

In a few short hours, I will be a brunette. More more red headed Amanda, and hopefully this'll be my first step to getting my hair back to my natural hair color. I'm just.. sick of having to dye it all of the time, sick of my roots showing, sick of buying dye every freaking month. And yeah.

I hung out with Haley and Matty last night, which was fun. Haley and I pretended to be interested in buying a $650 puppy from the pet store, so that we could hold it. It was adorable, and I totally wish that I could have a puppy. (I wouldn't get a $650 one, though. I'd probably get one from the humane society.) I can't have a puppy, though, because I'm moving in a few months - and college dorms don't let you have pets. I'm still pretty stoked, though, 'cause... I'm moving out.

So the other night my dad was really drunk and acting stupid. After a while, he went from being a dumbass to an asshole and I ended up going on a drive to get away from it all. Which is about when I started crying. It was just... overwhelming. I pulled over at the Co-op (it's got like.. farmer shit and chemicals or something), and parked the car. I sat there for a while, the perfect picture of emo, until I finally calmed down enough to start driving again.

Driving, driving... holy fuck, a cop car comes out of nowhere and flashes its lights. I pull over, the lady gets out, and asks what I was doing at the stupid co-op. I tell her that I was crying and had to pull over. "You didn't drop anyone off?" "No... I'm alone." She takes my information, flashes her flash light through my car and leaves.

Pretty much, she pulled me over 'cause I pulled over at the co-op and I had to explain to her, whilst crying, that my dad was drunk and that I needed to get out of the house and got a little overwhelmed. That no, nothing's happening, it happens all of the time, and I'll be fine.

I really fucking hate my family.

Anyway, I'll post pictures of my hair once it's finished. It's probably gonna be pretty hawt.