Haircuts and Hassle
Jul. 17th, 2015 02:51 pmMe and my family got up early in the morning and drove off to do errands.
I took an old worn out to-go cup full of coffee for the journey, since I had no time to sit and drink my coffee like I usually do. The to-go cup kept spilling coffee everywhere and it was really annoying.
Dad got some shots for an illness he has at the local clinic. I went into the girls restroom in the clinic and found a little boy in there with his sister. Their parents were nowhere in sight.
My sister got me a colorful dragons bracelet at the gas station.
Then we got haircuts. We got nasty looks when we came in because the hairdressers were already so busy, and we had to wait a really long time to get our hair done, and not by our usual lady either but by a total stranger because she was the only one available.
On the plus side, the hairdresser was nice. She said I had a very nice curl to my hair, and we talked a little bit about animals -- I told her my family used to own chickens. My haircut was chin-length and layered, with long side bangs.
For most of my childhood, I wore my hair long -- a long, frizzy mess. I used to get made fun of in school for it. Eventually, in high school, one of my friends -- the same one who likes goth fashion and invited me to the Projekt Revolution concert festival -- recommended I cut my hair short. She thought it would look really nice.
I came to like how my hair looked shorter, and I kept it short until my major episode at my first college. That time, I let my hair go because I was so distracted by what was going on inside me. So when I came home, during my year-long recovery period, I went out with that same friend, bought some new clothes, and cut all my hair off. It was a way for me to feel better about myself. I donated all my cut hair to a cancer charity and came out with a new look.
I've kept my hair short ever since. Short hair means I'm healthy, long hair means I'm not.
Anyway, after haircuts we went home. Everybody's in a terrible mood and I'm really stressed out trying to help my younger sister sign up for college.
I took an old worn out to-go cup full of coffee for the journey, since I had no time to sit and drink my coffee like I usually do. The to-go cup kept spilling coffee everywhere and it was really annoying.
Dad got some shots for an illness he has at the local clinic. I went into the girls restroom in the clinic and found a little boy in there with his sister. Their parents were nowhere in sight.
My sister got me a colorful dragons bracelet at the gas station.
Then we got haircuts. We got nasty looks when we came in because the hairdressers were already so busy, and we had to wait a really long time to get our hair done, and not by our usual lady either but by a total stranger because she was the only one available.
On the plus side, the hairdresser was nice. She said I had a very nice curl to my hair, and we talked a little bit about animals -- I told her my family used to own chickens. My haircut was chin-length and layered, with long side bangs.
For most of my childhood, I wore my hair long -- a long, frizzy mess. I used to get made fun of in school for it. Eventually, in high school, one of my friends -- the same one who likes goth fashion and invited me to the Projekt Revolution concert festival -- recommended I cut my hair short. She thought it would look really nice.
I came to like how my hair looked shorter, and I kept it short until my major episode at my first college. That time, I let my hair go because I was so distracted by what was going on inside me. So when I came home, during my year-long recovery period, I went out with that same friend, bought some new clothes, and cut all my hair off. It was a way for me to feel better about myself. I donated all my cut hair to a cancer charity and came out with a new look.
I've kept my hair short ever since. Short hair means I'm healthy, long hair means I'm not.
Anyway, after haircuts we went home. Everybody's in a terrible mood and I'm really stressed out trying to help my younger sister sign up for college.