Under Control

I definitely should not see people before I’ve done my hair.

It feels soooooo much better. But yeah, I do look total Bride Of Frankenstein when I first wake up.

Hair

My hair is one big pile of frizz.

That Would Be My Neck

It’s getting hot out, so this is what it feels like.

It was like sawing through a rope, but eventually I got it all shorn off. Not all that different from a sheep.

It Gets Everywhere

It’s getting to be time to cut my hair again.

 Huh, I wonder if I could sell my hair for money to buy a new laptop…

Old

While brushing my hair the other day, I noticed something disturbing…

That.

I found it on my head among all the brown strands.

It is not brown. It is not any color. It is white.

It is my first gray hair.

It reminds me that my mother has been dyeing her hair since I was born (when she was thirty one) because of how gray she was. My sister hasn’t sported her actual hair color in a decade, so I assume she has no idea whether or not she’s graying, and if I had to guess, I’d say that’s on purpose. And now, with me not even twenty seven yet, I may very well be on my way to my legacy.

I’m going to go cry myself into a gallon of Peanut Butter Cup ice cream now.

Hair

See this pic?

You can't see it, but it's as thick as my forearm.

No, that's not a dead rat I'm holding. I cut my hair because you try going through summer with that hanging off your head. As always, I'm going to send it away to Locks of Love so it can be made into a wig. Yes, it's altruistic, but really I just can't stand letting anything go to waste. I just hope it fits in an envelope...

Have a fun summer!