i got my hair did

this is what the dude three chairs down said over and over again last night while everyone sat flipping through random magazines that they weren't really interested in. his phone rang every ten minutes and every time he answered the annoying ring his response was "hey dude, i'm getting my hair did". not done, but did. can you tell that this annoyed me? just a tad. annoyed or not, i got my hair did last night and i like it. personally i didn't think it was a drastic change. i went a little bit darker than usual and tried to get rid of the majority of the blond high lights that i've been sporting since... oh lets say grade 10. nothing too crazy, i'm not one of those super funky crazy haired chicks, i stick to more of the natural tones. (although i did go through a stage where i'd dye my hair blue for a weekend or two) as always, they straightened my hair and styled it in a way that i will never be able to replicate at 5:30 in the morning. so i take advantage of the one day of perfectly straight hair and never wash it the morning after. well little did i know that everybody at work the next day would suddenly stop to ask me about the new style. it seems like all i've talked about today is my hair. yes, i got my hair did. thank you. no it won't be straight tomorrow. yes, it will be the usually psycho crazy curly frizzy mess that you're used to seeing every day. everytime this happens the co-worker sitting behind me laughs and suggests that maybe i should start straightening my hair everyday. well lets see, that'll happen when: a) i have my own personal hair stylist and b) when i don't have to wake up at the crack of dawn