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Saturday, September 20, 2008Y

R.I.P my hair
okay, yesterday i got so bored...so i decided to go to the hairdressers and get my hair cut. i searched up heaps of styles and got my friends to help. most said go spikey and short...so i kinda did. and now i really regret it.
well i woke up early, went to the hairdressers and waited for like 1/2 hour. so i was like: this better be worth it.
so i sat down, and showed the chick a picture of what i wanted.
and shes like okay. and starts cutting.
i take off my glasses, like i do...coz it gets in teh way.
mmm i sit there and daydreamm whilst she cuts away. after a while i open my eyes and im like shit! its sooo short. and i edge closer to the mirror and im like..ah its okay..not that bad. so i go back to daydreaming. then the chick goes off, and im like oh okay she must be getting the hairdryer. then a hear a 'ZZZZZ' noise and my eyes snap open and she starts using a FREAKING RAZOR THIng on my hair! and im like ARGGGH (inside) and im like..shit...this is gonna look so bad.
so i start calculating the days it will take until my hair all grows back. i get up to like 80 before she stops the razor stuff.
and im like omg..im dead. then she starts cutting it again and im like:: wth?! as if its not short enough already.
well she finished and geled it up..and shes like do u like it.
so i put on my glasses and get a heart attack and im like..er-totally.
omg i copped so much shit from my brother and dad. T____T
bro: haha.haha.haha. you look so much like a guy.
dad: *cough* it looks good. starts laughing.
T____________________________T

problem is...im planning on going to city 2moro...and now i dunno if i should. if i do..i'll come as a guy. so at least i wont look like a stupid chick with guy hair. *cries*

well, on a more positive note...i had a strawberry milkshake today. (Y) yummmmy haha. aand pocky!! :] *sigh* im gonna go out and get a hat 2moro. so i can cover up my gay hair. T__________T

xox

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