Well, today was the day, and the weather told me to.
My hair just went from over a foot long (from the apex of my head) to probably 3". The only similarity I can think of is Steven Spielberg's Hook, and I am the young Peter Pan. Any particular reason I decided to do this? My only answer: Utter Indifference. Consequences? Not being labeled a dirty hippie, and the ability to get a job (HOPEFULLY). Somehow my efforts to stay out of any certain category has thrown me right into one, so I fought back. I went to the school today to get some dollaz from a friend because he wantedme to pick up some product for us so it would be available right after school, they wouldnt let me in because when Hutchins asked if I would confront him if he didnt give me the money I stated that I might have to. For the sake of not leaking any (dis)information I kept the conversation short, nonetheless, they told me to come back at two. Which brings me to now. I'm off to do the dishes and hurry over to the school. K back. Well, I wouldnt call that a waste. We decided to not execute our plans, and carry on with them next weekend. So when Shelby saw my hair she stopped in her tracks, and covered her mouth. She told me that she liked it but not the way it was styled. When she got home she hugged me and was pretty excited about it.
Oh, right, pictures.
Oh, right, pictures.