Why don't you go complain on the internet
This is my annoyed face:
Okay maybe I look like I ate something hot, but anyway I HATE my haircut. The lady didn't listen to what I wanted AT ALL. I had to wait for forty minutes before I pointed out that, uh, they hadn't called my name. Then I explained, very carefully, what I wanted, and she was like, "Hmm, I think I'll do this instead!" *cutcutcut* It's too short in the long places and too long in the short places. My hair is supposed to fall at my chin, not my cheekbone. I just arrrrgh.
I stopped by the photo place because why not. I intended to ask them if they had a spot open in twenty minutes for me and my seventeen relatives. I finally got to ask Lilo that.
Lilo: Haha very funny.
Kelsey: *serious face*
Lilo: Wait, are you serious?
They overstaffed for the morning and understaffed for the evening. I ended up chatting with Luis and Masaya for a few minutes before leaving.
Mom sympathized with my hair plight. Dad pointed out that, unlike his hair, mine would grow back.
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