On Tuesday, I had a busy day. I got up around 9am, got dressed, then flew out the door. I had a hair appointment. I was finally dying my hair the color I wanted. I've been trying to go for an auburn type of color, but no boxed hair dyes seem to give me the right color. My hairdresser brought out the book of colors, and I showed her what I wanted. She told me she knew exactly what I was going for. She's been doing my hair for years now; probably around 6 or 7yrs. She mixed a few colors and put it in. I got my hair washed of the color (which feels so good), and then she blow-dried it. It looked AMAZING. It's exactly the color I wanted. It's red, but not too red. It's subtle, but stands out. My hairdresser made me a custom color card so that way when I come in next time, she knows exactly what to mix. It's a mixture of copper, auburn, and another red color. It's absolutely perfect. After I got my hair done, I went shopping for that pink button down shirt. I found the perfect shirt. It's hot pink, cute, and fits me like a glove. I also picked up some pink tank tops, and a pink v-neck. I'm slowly going to start adding more pink to my wardrobe.
After shopping, I went to Mr. Caster's house. We watched a movie about a marine in WWII. He met a girl in PA before he entered the war, and the two eventually fell in love (shock). She was a toughie and he liked that. He told her to wait for him until he got back. He was put on the front lines manning a machine gun. Both of his partners were shot, but only one was killed. The marine was left to demolish a whole field a japs with a broken gun. He did it, but the last jap threw a grenade at him, and he caught it. It exploded in his face, and shrapnel went into his eyes. Long story short, he lost his eyesight and was transferred back to San Diego, CA to a military hospital. He thinks of his girl back home in PA, but he decides to break it off with her. He thinks he'll only he a burden to her, and she deserves a lot better than him. He earns himself a Navy Cross, and the ceremony is in his hometown of Philadelphia. Again, long story short, he runs into his girl and she yells at him saying that she doesn't care if he can't see. "What's wrong with two people having to depend on each other?". It's true. What's wrong with that? Anyway, the two get back together and in the end, the marine regains some of his vision, being able to tell vague shapes and colors. It made me smile. They both were such hotheads, but didn't want to bother or burden each other. After the movie, Mr. Caster and I talked and talked and talked. I found out he lived on the same block as my college. We discussed the area where he lived, then shifted to talked about the military. I told him I was interested in the Air Force. He said if he could do it over again, he would join the Air Force instead of the Navy and Army. I really like Mr. Caster. He's such a sweet guy. Once again, it makes me think of my future.
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