Cut 'n Shtyled

I just got home from a haircut, a haircut that I must say was WAY overdue and pretty much made my week. Maybe my year. I haven't decided yet. :D

I got seven inches taken off. Seven inches. Count them-- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7! My head feels like it's floating, no longer weighed down by two feet of hair.

For those of you who have never seen me in person [which should be very few of you because that's way creepy], my hair was ridiculously long. Literally two feet long and obnoxiously wavy/curly/thick/retarded. Now it's GONE! You can understand my elation.

Now, I won't even pretend that I have the curliest/waviest hair ever. My redheaded Irish friend would pummel me. And I won't say it's the thickest, because dear Kailey's is twice as thick.

No. My hair does not win those particular awards. Instead, it wins the prize for being the frizziest.

I'm not talking a little bit of controllable, friendly frizz. Not even healthy frizz. I have ridiculous, obnoxious, disgusting, revolting, catastrophic frizz. Picture a large hedgehog perched on top of a human head... snarling.

Ha. Snarling. Some day [possibly today?] I'll Photoshop a hedgehog into one of my pictures. And you can bet your right eye it'll bear a striking resemblance to my unruly hair.

Arty is [looking more like a nymph and less like an elf, if that's possible, and] OUT.