All dressed up with nowhere to go.
I cut my hair.
It has been 2 years. At least. I got it trimmed a bit last year but besides that I haven't done a thing with it for those 2 years and now it's all gone. Well most of it. It's still a bit long but just shy of being able to try and tie it up, maybe I could make stub but it wouldn't hold.
Everyone at the Salon was really excited, my hair was going to be used on Cancer patients. They acted like I was some kind of saint. All except the guy cutting my hair, he was kind of creepy, good guy but he kept looking at me in this really funny way. I couldn't tell if he thought I was insane for cutting off all that hair or if he was feeling guilt himself. I started to feel guilty myself and had a hard time keeping a cool face while he was styling what I had left, I guess he noticed.
It was for a good cause. I can at least feel good by saying that.
The idea was to make myself look reasonable so I can get a job. I didn't know how far to go with the hair in order to successfully achieve that so I looked up at the guy doing my hair and thought, he has a job and told him to cut like that.
I don't think it fits me as well as it did him, his hair had a little more body than mine. My grandma loves it all the same and in response to that comment replied "but you got really nice hair." I do, but it doesn't change the fact that I still kind of look like a girl. My dad says "whatever you do, don't shave your beard now." I think I look like that Sam Adams guy on the beer commercials. Maybe that's not a good thing.
Well if it doesn't work out I can always cut it again. I think I like it anyway. It just needs some getting use to.
Other news:
I found a listing in the classifieds for a night shift job working in a sleep technology place. I will see about getting it.
It has been 2 years. At least. I got it trimmed a bit last year but besides that I haven't done a thing with it for those 2 years and now it's all gone. Well most of it. It's still a bit long but just shy of being able to try and tie it up, maybe I could make stub but it wouldn't hold.
Everyone at the Salon was really excited, my hair was going to be used on Cancer patients. They acted like I was some kind of saint. All except the guy cutting my hair, he was kind of creepy, good guy but he kept looking at me in this really funny way. I couldn't tell if he thought I was insane for cutting off all that hair or if he was feeling guilt himself. I started to feel guilty myself and had a hard time keeping a cool face while he was styling what I had left, I guess he noticed.
It was for a good cause. I can at least feel good by saying that.
The idea was to make myself look reasonable so I can get a job. I didn't know how far to go with the hair in order to successfully achieve that so I looked up at the guy doing my hair and thought, he has a job and told him to cut like that.
I don't think it fits me as well as it did him, his hair had a little more body than mine. My grandma loves it all the same and in response to that comment replied "but you got really nice hair." I do, but it doesn't change the fact that I still kind of look like a girl. My dad says "whatever you do, don't shave your beard now." I think I look like that Sam Adams guy on the beer commercials. Maybe that's not a good thing.
Well if it doesn't work out I can always cut it again. I think I like it anyway. It just needs some getting use to.
Other news:
I found a listing in the classifieds for a night shift job working in a sleep technology place. I will see about getting it.