The Beauty Show!
So it's like 9:20 am when my mom calls me to tell me that she just got me in as a hair model for the the Beauty Show. I'm immediately awake and I scramble around to put something on. Originally, she was just going to sneak me into the show because she couldn't find anyone to get her tickets, but she went out on a whim and holy shit, she's awesome. Anyhow, I get there and find out that I'm going to be a hair model for Sexy Hair products. Right before I went up, I had mentioned to one of the ladies in charge that if (stress on the if) they were to cut all my hair off I wanted them to save the pony tail because I wanted to donate it to Locks of Love. After that they just started referring to me as "Locks of Love" and I kept stressing to anyone in charge that would listen that it was ONLY IF they were going to cut all my hair off and that they didn't necessarily have to; I just wanted them to do anything they wanted with my hair but if they were to cut it off, hypothetically speaking, TO JUST SAVE THE HAIR GOD DAMN IT. Unfortunately, all anyone heard was "Locks of Love" so I was doomed from the beginning. I got up on the stage, sat in the middle seat and waited. The lady that was going to be cutting my hair walked on stage, introduced herself and said something along the lines of, "Ladies and gentleman, we have a very special person with us today! This lovely lady here is going to be donating her hair to Locks of Love! Isn't that something?!" ............... -_-
Long story short, she cut all my fucking hair off. I don't resent her though, she was super sweet and I'm happy with the cut she gave me. I do, however, regret to inform you all that I got teary in front of a large crowd of mostly women (thank god) right after she cut off my pony tail. I've never once cried in public and I hope that it never has to happen again or else I might have to contemplate suicide as a practical option. As I got teary, one of the guys that was cutting hair came over to me and hugged me in front of the crowd and I had a few seconds to compose myself behind his barricade of a hug.
There was this other guy that was cutting hair too who looked so much like Mario Lopez. He had told someone that he wanted to cut my hair but was denied the deed for some reason. During the haircut, he kept glancing over at me and smiling and it made me nervous about the final result of my hair. Fortunately at one point, I looked up and saw one of the ladies in charge on the side of the stage with a thumbs up, mouthing the words "it looks so cute!!"
Though I did have a few moments of regret, all the hair dressers and crew all made me feel like it was worth it. At one point, the guy to our right stopped cutting his model's hair and told the crowd that I was "so cool" and that I was doing a "really cool thing." The lady that cut my hair, Fay, told me at the end of the haircut that it was the most fun haircut she had done all weekend and insisted on taking pictures of my whole head. I even got a free Tshirt at the end of the haircut. NONE OF THE OTHER GIRLS GOT ONE -- SUCKAAAAAAAAAAS.
My mom prefers me with long hair but she actually likes the cut which is surprising; she says I look like a Russian spy. Matt says I look like the French girl in The Bourne Identity. I say I look like a boy.
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