So, I finally managed to get my mom to cut off all the split ends and dry hair. Now, instead of having my hair touch my butt when it's loose, it comes to the middle of my back where my bra strap is.
It. Is. Short.
Some people might say differently, but I've been growing my hair since I was maybe 5. Definitely before I was in first grade, because by then it was already at my hips, and my hair takes a long time to grow.
So yeah, having about half a foot of hair hacked off is really something different. It feels weird, and it's probably going to take me a week to actually get used to it being so short, but I'm glad. Now my hair is healthy again, and I can grow it out properly now.
It was funny, actually. My mom was cutting hair outside (easier cleanup) so when I walked inside when I was done, my older brother was standing in the kitchen. He pointed at me and yelled "Short!" And it's funny. Because he's my older brother and does as good a job of managing to make me laugh as RageQuit does. I almost can't wait to see my dad's reaction when he gets home over the weekend :)
Just some personal rants of mine that are random and have everything to do with what is in my head when I'm writing. Feel free to read at your own risk, but be warned that my posts tend to be long and strange. Maybe you'll find something I say interesting :)
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