Deep into a Drew Barrymore google image search (I find her very hairspiring, ya know?) and giving myself stern come-to-Jesus talks about managing my expectations. Like, girl, please keep in mind no matter what color you put in your hair, your hair is not going to look like that. That is the hair of a modern day flower child (gag), whereas your hair only knows how to do one thing, which is grow out of your head in a very mopey fashion and lay flat like a corpse. Your hair is the original planker. THIS WILL NOT BE YOUR HAIR.
Story of my life.