Fun fact number one:
When I was in fourth grade, I wanted to be different. I guess somewhere deep down, I still do. Not to the point of mass rebellion and going out of my way to be some kind of outcast, per se, but I don't like being a number.
Oh! And I forgot to tell you that I was also stupid.
So, one beautiful Saturday afternoon, I told my mom that I wanted to cut my hair off. Not shoulderlength, but up to my very ears! I have no idea why she agreed to allow me to carry out such heinous acts upon my person, but three hours later, my wavy black locks -- which once traveled down to my lower back -- were springy little curls around my temples. So gross!
It was fine for fourth grade; everyone looked like a doofus (excluding today's Crombie Zombies, which are destined to forever have perfect hair and immaculate manicures). But when I arrived at junior high, two years later, it was a nightmare. It's taken me an eternity plus the weekend to grow it back out, and it's still only a couple inches past my shoulders.
It looks good, though.
=/ Why don't parents ever give you advice when you really need it?
Xhapoirah · Thu Jul 26, 2007 @ 05:58pm · 1 Comments |