I have terrible, awkward, in-between hair. It’s not quite chin-length and it’s not quite shoulder-length. However, I have committed to doing something that I know will come to haunt me during the summer months… I am letting my hair grow. Yes, ladies and gents, I have solemnly sworn (or more like semi-lucidly promised) to let my hair grow out. The last time I did this, I was 21-ish and full of long-haired, Princess Leia fantasies. It reached mid-back before I went pixie. I guess my resolution is to stay away from pretty pictures of girls with pixie cuts and other inspiring short-haired images. I am going to stick to this! Tomorrow, I am having it trimmed and styled into something that will grow out with less awkwardness than the mop I am currently sporting. I can do it! I just need people to stop telling my how great I look with short hair! It doesn’t help! It’s like telling an alcoholic how much more fun they were when they were off the wagon.
marginalia and such 