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| Wednesday, August 18, 2004 |
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I got my hair cut. I know this might seem like a small deal to you. It probably is. But that is because you do not understand. I have been planning/saying/anticipating to get my hair cut for a while now. I believe this saga* began ... approximately December 29th at 10:30. I was home on break and people were coming down off their various degrees of "Jolly Ol' Saint Nick" highs. My sister woke me up at this God-forsaken hour of the morning. "We should go get our hair cut together!" *Moan* "Umm... huh? Go away, then wake me up for lunch." She kept insisting until I finally told her that would perfectly acceptable with me, though I did not think I needed a trim (geeze, I'd just gotten it cut in like August), if she could wait until the next day (I was pretty sure I would be awake by then). Something was started that day that did not end until last night at 6:17. I guess it is clear that we did not go the next day... or the next... or the next... Then I went to Winter Park for a few days, then I went back to school, then I had to diligently put off papers and studying and various forms of homework, then I went to Turkey, then I was graduating, then I was back in Colorado. At least once a week (sometimes anywhere from seven to fourteen times a day) during those 7 months I declared that "I need to get my hair cut. I'll do it this weekend." Then this week happened. It began normally, "I need to get my hair cut. I'll do it this weekend." However, a thought dawned. Wait, I'll be in New York this weekend. I will not be able to do it this weekend. I have to do it NOW! So right after work, without passing go, I found myself outside Hair-tique. *Deep breath* Oh my gawd, it's finally happening! I walked inside, the lady asked how she could help me and in about 2.6 and a half seconds, I was GETTING MY HAIR CUT! I told her to simply take off as much as she needed to get all the split/dead ends off. At first she guestimated it would be about an inch to an inch and a half. However, when it came to actually looking at those spilt ends, she had to take THREE INCHES! (Granted, not that much to lose for my hair but that is like walking around with half your arm eaten away by some ugly skin disease!) Now my hair actually looks like HAIR instead of a badger that is trying to beat my ears out of control of my head. So yeah, apparently waiting over a year is a bit too long. That is my saga concerning my hair.
*Saga: a long somewhat boring and way too detailed account (italics my own )
*Disclaimer: My hair is still long and you would not even notice the missing three inches so no lynching please. (I guess that's not really a disclaimer as such but whatever, see if I care.) Oh, and now I look extra hot thanks to my sexy hair. Oh, I'm getting a tattoo over lunch break. |
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