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Reader, I cut my hair. Short. Like, I haven't had hair this short since I was three or four. It's somewhat a cross between Cassandra's hair in I Capture the Castle and Renee Zellweger's hair in Down With Love minus the shorter bangs, but that is only because it was majorly 60s-ish flipping out for most of this afternoon/evening.
Why did I do it? Maybe it was realizing that I was wearing the same hair style yesterday that I wore about eight years ago. Or that I wanted a fresh beginning for grad school. Most likely because I've been watching too many episodes of "How Do I Look" on the Style network. Laziness apparently has its price.
I don't think I like it. At least it will grow?
We also ran into Mrs. Russell at the hairdressers. She cast the final ballot in favor of my new cut. They say it makes me look older, but the way it flys out, I think I look even younger. Andrew, her son, is going to law school down in Orlando. How exciting.
Other than nearly choking to death on errant saliva, my trip to the dentist went quite well. I like my dentist. If it wasn't for the nasty pills, I would enjoy it. Deep down, I know that if I were to ever be any sort of a doctor, it would have been a dentist. I blame the fact that I've had so many surgeries and stuff on my mouth that I grew quite an interest in what they were doing and how they did it.
I also got my new laptop all fixed up (thanks to a former student of my mom's), though I didn't have a name for it when I was given the option so I ended up typing "cymrubach" in the space and hope that I can go back and give it a better name once I have decided on the personality and such of it.
I want space!
I want hair!
Let it fly in my face
I don't care.
Why did I do it? Maybe it was realizing that I was wearing the same hair style yesterday that I wore about eight years ago. Or that I wanted a fresh beginning for grad school. Most likely because I've been watching too many episodes of "How Do I Look" on the Style network. Laziness apparently has its price.
I don't think I like it. At least it will grow?
We also ran into Mrs. Russell at the hairdressers. She cast the final ballot in favor of my new cut. They say it makes me look older, but the way it flys out, I think I look even younger. Andrew, her son, is going to law school down in Orlando. How exciting.
Other than nearly choking to death on errant saliva, my trip to the dentist went quite well. I like my dentist. If it wasn't for the nasty pills, I would enjoy it. Deep down, I know that if I were to ever be any sort of a doctor, it would have been a dentist. I blame the fact that I've had so many surgeries and stuff on my mouth that I grew quite an interest in what they were doing and how they did it.
I also got my new laptop all fixed up (thanks to a former student of my mom's), though I didn't have a name for it when I was given the option so I ended up typing "cymrubach" in the space and hope that I can go back and give it a better name once I have decided on the personality and such of it.
I want space!
I want hair!
Let it fly in my face
I don't care.
