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i let andrew cut my hair this weekend. i'm not sure exactly what i was thinking, but it was something like, "well i just cut his hair, and i've been wanting a trim lately and i don't have any friends with hair cutting experience that i wouldn't feel werid asking for a hair cut from and i don't care TOO much about my hair so why not." i claimed it would be easy, and apparently it wasn't. so, despite the lack of sharp scissors and hair cutting experience, i think it turned out really well. i noticed yesterday that there were a few stray pieces of hair that he missed so today i decided to clean it up a little bit. and then after i was done with that i decided it should be a little shorter. and then i decided maybe i should try bangs. and then i talked my self down. i have not had bangs since 8th grade and there is a good good reason for this. however, as i was straightening up the ends and i was doing that thing where you make the scissor motion with your fingers around your hair so you make sure its straight when you cut it, and instead of cutting underneath my fingers i cut above them because i was paying no attention and my subconsious REALLY REALLY WANTED BANGS. so good. i have bangs now.