les horreurs des coups
Before I begin to relate the horrors of my morning, I would like to, for the record, state that coffee, like Jesus, is magic. Also, someone should stage an intervention to halt my obvious obsession with commas.
So here is what happend, complete with pictures. Black and White pictures. Because, besides the fact that everyone looks better in black and white, everything also looks much more dramatic. And that's all that I can say about my crisis, it was dramatic.
First, out of some ridiculous act of sleep deprived, uncaffinated stupidity, I cut my own bangs. (I know, I know....) Here, complete with sad face, is the sad result:
So I went to class ,with disgusting bangs, but since it was so gross out, and I believe people were distracted by the skulls on my walmart shirt, I had to deal with minimal scorn. And then, I went to the Campus Clipper for a five-dollar fix up. And the result is that I made Bettie Page eat her heart out (but in a much less grusome sounding way):
And I realize my bangs still look gross because of the not-rain that is going on in the Nish right now. So here is a straightened picture.
And now, because I feel like there is something seriously, seriously wrong with me:
What the eff is going on with my eyes. I have other pictures like that too. I didn't think it was possible for eye balls to roll around like that. I look cruiseazy.
With that said, the moral of the story is...do not, under any cicumstances, handle scissors when you have claws and lack caffine and/or sleep.
So here is what happend, complete with pictures. Black and White pictures. Because, besides the fact that everyone looks better in black and white, everything also looks much more dramatic. And that's all that I can say about my crisis, it was dramatic.
First, out of some ridiculous act of sleep deprived, uncaffinated stupidity, I cut my own bangs. (I know, I know....) Here, complete with sad face, is the sad result:
So I went to class ,with disgusting bangs, but since it was so gross out, and I believe people were distracted by the skulls on my walmart shirt, I had to deal with minimal scorn. And then, I went to the Campus Clipper for a five-dollar fix up. And the result is that I made Bettie Page eat her heart out (but in a much less grusome sounding way):
And I realize my bangs still look gross because of the not-rain that is going on in the Nish right now. So here is a straightened picture.
And now, because I feel like there is something seriously, seriously wrong with me:
What the eff is going on with my eyes. I have other pictures like that too. I didn't think it was possible for eye balls to roll around like that. I look cruiseazy.
With that said, the moral of the story is...do not, under any cicumstances, handle scissors when you have claws and lack caffine and/or sleep.