Haircut

I had my hair cut off a couple of days ago. I was well overdue for a trim and so was my cousin Rach, who was staying with us for the week, so we went to the uni hairdresser. I decided on the spur of the moment to have the hairdresser cut it all off. This seems to be something I do every couple of years- the last time was just before starting this blog, which would make it pretty much exactly 3 years ago.

Naturally, the hairdresser freaked out when I told her to cut it short. She scurried off to find an album and insisted I find a picture of what I wanted. I didn't see one that looked like what I wanted because all the models looked like trannies (it's the makeup- hair models are given terrible makeup... why?), but I picked out a non-tranny-ish model with bob and a fringe and told the hairdresser that I wanted it longer at the front and much shorter at the back. Then reassured her that I didn't really care if she cut it too short because it would grow back.

Got to love the uni hairdresser. They washed my hair, cut it, washed it again (with an awesome head massage thrown in by the hot European girl who washed my hair), then blow-dried it. For $30. And while I can't be fussed one way or another with how it looks, having short hair feels absolutely wonderful. Plus there's the bonus of it not being so noticeable when I moult all over the place. That's the worst thing about long hair and I won't miss it. But I probably will grow it back.

And isn't this turning into a total MySpazz page with all the self-shots? Ack.