so i'm growing out my hair. again.
right now it's in that awkward ugly length that you can't wear down because it's hideous, but you can't really wear up because it's just a smidge too short without having to control it with a million bobby pins.
yeah, so i've been sporting a LOT of pig tails and ugly pony tails lately.
i'm also adhd with my hair. i can't have it be the same for very long or i go crazy. i don't want to dye it right now, but am planning on getting some bright highlights once it's grown another little bit. but that's going to be a couple of months atleast. and i needed change.
and so last night i busted out the scissors. and gave myself bangs.
right now they look okay, and they're long enough that i can pin 'em back if i choose to. but i need to hide the scissors because when i get bored, something get's cut.
case in point:
this hair cut is the result of several things:
living by myself in the hood (aka afraid to go outside)
friends all at work
watching "girl, interrupted" about 7 times in a row and thinking...wow, if winona can pull it off, so can i!
yeah. this also happened just as john and i started to date, and i'm pretty sure the first time he saw it was at the highland games at jbu (where the infamous turkey legs were hurled at me) and before arriving i am pretty sure i tried to warn him. because dating a girl who looks like a 12 year old boy is awesome.
so if you think i may be getting bored, things are slowing down for me...just send me a message, whisper in my ear "put down the scissors". for the sake of beauty, please.