That Semiannual Affair

It's that time of my life again: The Haircut

Let's have a moment of silence for all the dear hair that have lost bits of themselves in this tragic event.

As you know by now, this is usually a semiannual thing (I think I may have gotten it wrong a while back the last time I blogged on haircuts...ahh, yes I did, I said it was a biannual thing. Which would mean I get my hair cut every two years), but this time could probably be rounded up to biannual for once. It's much easier to escape the fate when you live far away from The Decider (also known as The Payer, or mum). But yeah, I've been letting my hair grow and grow and grow, and have finally achieved my unofficial goal of being able to walk around topless without being unseemly, and of looking like a Korean chick from behind.

Let's play Guess Who's Korean!

   

If you guessed the right, then obviously you picked it up from the pixelation of a badly ripped DVD, duh!
But yes, long hair.
Long wavy hair. I figured out how to get my hair to hold shapes (rather than just the kink from having it in a ponytail all the time) by doing lots of twisting.
I don't know why I'm still so hung up on having long hair. It stems from childhood gender associations that long hair=girl, and being quite envious of girls who had long, braidable hair, when I was stuck with shoulder-length, unfun hair. But good lawd, I'm almost in my second decade, this shouldn't be my mindset anymore. *shrugs* I guess when your mother never let you keep your hair long, you may as well get slightly obsessed with having it long. Anyway, goals accomplished!
I mean, the other thing is that I never like how I look coming out of a haircut. Short hair is like an energy drink for my low self-esteem, as its many muttering mouths begin to slink about my ears, pointing out how the new style serves to emphasize my ugliness. At least when long hair, I could hide my ugly face behind it. Strangely, this time I had no objections on how my hair looked. I was reluctant, getting off that chair, to feel happy that for once, to accept that I looked okay. And then, when my self-esteem didn't turn up all dejected about it, I became carefully giddy about liking my haircut.
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
In the spirit of my old haircut posts, here's a better blurred out face with an appropriate emote. Happily, my face-melting skills have improved, and I'm actually flesh colored for this one.


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In other news, and I can't believe time has really passed so fast, I'm a junior. High school junior status took forever to get to, b-but here I am, so slose to donning a cap-n-gown again. It's unreal. But it is, and boy do I have a lot of ass-hauling to do. Yeah, I didn't think college moved that fast, but WOMG, for something so big, it sure zips by. Maybe because it's on a hill--momentum and all that. Anyway, I'm about to evolve from the primordial soup of undeclared into...well, Legal Studies.
Not very impressive, is it?
But as the timer counted down, I panicked and had to pick something, and nothing seems as blatantly obvious to be about law then something with the word law in it.
Kaffy no make good decisions *grunt*

Well, that's it for this post. Getting my life on track (fo srs this time, guys) means blogging more again.


By the way, now that I'm scrolling through my tabs, I missed a fuckton of stuff, like BEING IN THE SAME ROOM AS NEIL GAIMAN! AHHHHHHHHHH