Time for a chop
I finally cut my hair. I've been meaning to for months, as usual, but especially since around April. I think I wanted to wait until after the band concert where we had the formal picture taken, because I wanted to wear my hair down and curly. And then...I just never did it. Meh, I only cut my hair once a year when it comes down to it. I just never want to go to camp with unmanageable hair, because I already know it's not going to be right, so why make things worse? This weekend, after I walked back from the festival that wasn't, I finally did it. Part of it's that I don't like doing it when mom's around; she's just so nosy and annoying. And I found a way to cut it that doesn't take too long, so it's just a matter of finding an appropriate length and snip-snip. Like last time, I ended up chopping it, so it's now about shoulder-length, and it looked pretty good, but then I did something else to help get rid of some of the split ends around my face, and now I have this odd little hunk of hair at the back of my head that hangs lower than the rest. It's not completely noticeable, and I only noticed it this morning, but I can't decide if I find it funny or if I'll want to cut it. Right now I'm leaning towards funny.