Returning home, Diane Malone went upstairs to her room and tossed her purchase on the bed, a biography of Catherine the Great. Her friends would sometime tease Diane that she studied too much, but she didn't care. They didn't dare say too much, since she was the one they always turned to for homework help. She wasn't going to be one of those empty headed blonde bimbos whose only talents consisted of remembering cheers and spreading their legs. Ten years from now when they were all barefoot and pregnant in a trailer park, Diane would have a New York penthouse and a seven figure salary. Who knows? Maybe eight.
It was such a relief to get out of her school clothes and take a hot relaxing shower. Slipping on her robe and toweling her hair, she returned to her room to finished drying it. Her hair sure did feel extra full in the towel, but she had it cut only last week. Maybe it was an extra-body shampoo.
"YAHH!" Diane gasped when she saw her reflection. Stunned, she slowly lowered the towel. "Like, what happened to my hair? I'm a blonde! Ewww! I must have used some really lameo shampoo. But it so totally long! Like, what is up with my voice? I'm talking a valley airhead! This is so not right!" Diane said, staring at her sunny haired reflection in the mirror. "I'm like smart and some junk. Why can't I stop sounding so ditzy? Maybe it's some weird brain flu or something? I know! I'll check it on the internet."
Diane turned to her computer, then stopped and stared at it. "Oooooh, like how does this thing work again?"