It's not really my style to waste time regretting a hair cut, but I have realised that I may have been more content if I hadn't chopped my hair off, or perhaps had a different hair chop. Now that I am on my need for speed workout program, I need to get this hair out of my face! The only solution that I can work out for now involves me wrestling the hair in my face into two little horns on either side of my head. Now, this look was cute in the 9th grade when I wanted to be punk-esque, but still cute. Now, little spiky pigtails making me look four years younger and slightly demonic is not exactly the fashion statement I was looking for. Granted, I only look like this when I go to work out or when I am playing soccer (if I don't find a better way), but I have to walk quite a ways to the gym. And on the way there, I wear normal clothes because it's always colder when I go to the gym than when I come back. So I just look like a greasy, sleepy, pigtailed freak. I am over it, so it's fine, but I did make the connected realization: I might have finally grown out of the stage when I drastically change my appearance because I'm bored.
It's the end of an era, people. I think I will try and get a better short hair cut for me in a few weeks, but I mean I am running out of new ideas. I have had my hair almost every color in the rainbow, I have had my hair from too short to too long, to shaggy, to blunt, to everything! What else is left but just finding a general style I like and sticking with it? Obviously, there will need to be slight adjustments as the decades trudge on, but seriously... I'm not a teenager anymore and the rebellion phase has passed.
I don't know whether I should be disappointed in turning into a sellout or just happy that I am growing up.
10 March 2005
Boo Short Hair
Posted by Annika at 3:32 PM
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