Illustration of this obvious point: last night I decided to try my hand at a haircut--my own haircut, in fact, which makes it decidedly more interesting. There is a little place less than a block from school where I could easily have gone for a haircut, and I am sure several of my friends would have been more than willing to help me out too, but no, I decided to have a little adventure. As I sat cross-legged on the floor with scissors in hand, I remember thinking two things: 1) when I actually do get my hair styled by someone who knows what they are doing, the inevitable question will be: did you have an unfortunate run-in with a lawnmower? and 2) maybe when I go home at Thanksgiving I can ask my mom to try to fix this, thus being able to answer the inevitable question with the answer: "no, my mom just cut my hair." Of course that would be totally unfair to my mother, and I could probably never actually bring myself to say it, but it does give one a sense of regained face when one doesn't have to admit that the terrible haircutting job is actually one's own doing. All that said, I don't think my haircut turned out badly at all. Of course, I have no idea what the back of my head looks like, but it felt fine. And I did gain a sense of hilarity and accomplishment from my escapade.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, Calvin and Hobbes!
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3 comments:
A picture! A picture! We want to see a picture!
I started cutting my own hair in college, Kimberlee, and I've never gone back to having anyone else cut it since. (Except for the time I had Leif cut it, but then I fixed it, so I don't know if that counts...) So I say embrace the new haircut! And if it does look semi-mohawky, just know that it will look better next time. =D
Hear, hear -- picture please! I have to assume it turned out a tad (please excuse the expression) better than Calvin and Hobbes escapade, but a picture would certainly be appreciated. You know, prepare us for what we are going to see next month?
Have I ever told you how atrocious I am at taking pictures of myself? I tried, I really did, just for you two, but the result was laughable.
I assure you, however, that this was just a routine trim to make sure my hair stayed healthy. I am not coming back with dreadlocks, with a mohawk, or looking like I'm wearing a moth-eaten fur coat on my head. My hair looks pretty much the same as it always did, just a little longer and a little cooler (because the personal awesomeness level of the stylist always rubs off a little on the hair...). And I'll be back home in roughly 39 days, 23 hours, and 34 minutes (plus change), so you'll see it in person then. Okay?
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