The Hair

So I cut my hair and my brother doesn't give a damn. Well that's kind of like him. John doesn't give a damn. Which is cool. I guess I'm trying to be the interesting and nice big sister again. Like I have a choice. He pretty much asserts his lone ranger status. There is no stupid sidekick, because I refuse to be stupid.

But back to the hair. It has the potentiality to look like Maureen on the Brady bunch, and for those out of the loop, that's the maid. But that is just the potentiality. My hair also has the potentiality to look cute. So it looks cute when I put stuff in it and kind of fluff in in different directions and let it curl, and put a part in half way. Lovely. But I really wanted my hair cut short from my first year in college. I kept talking about how I wanted to shave it all off, and how hot it was. Then I saw Briteny Spears and I realized that wasn't so good. But I still wanted it short.

I walked in and the only available hairdresser was a black lady. Can she do my hair? What will it turn out like... all these questions were running through my head. She introduced herself as Tona and we spent hours in that chair. At least three hours. First she chopped off a little, and then she chopped off a little more. She used the razor, as I suggested, just as a method of thinning. Seriously, I thought, this lady doesn't have a clue. She finished one cut and when I asked her about the razor just as a thinning mechanism she started randomly chopping my hair with the scissors!!!! I was pretty freaked out by that point. I am going to have a good haircut or else. So eventually she brought out the electric clippers and cut the hair in the back of my head short and around my ears. Britney Spears, I'm going to look like Britney Spears, I kept thinking.

So somehow we came to a haircut I sort of like. Except when my family is looking at it. For some reason, I put them in a different category of people that they are supposed to automatically like my hair. I expect that they say they like it because they love me. Pictures are coming forthwith.

Goal of the day: Stop picking at my face. (Better than the nose!)

Go with grace
Peace to all
Hair victim