You know what I hate? When I realize "Hey, I need a haircut" but I do not call and make an appointment. Instead, I wait a week or so, look into the mirror, and think "Holy crap, I need a haircut!!!" and I still don't call. I wait until I've reached that point where the cuticle scissors look sharp, and the idea of "free form" bangs is appealing. Then I call. Turns out I also really hate it when my hairdresser has the nerve to have customers other than me, and tells me to wait another 8 days to get this mess off of my head.
This morning my overgrown hair was even worse than usual. I was running late, and since hair was the last thing on the list, it didn't get "done". I went to school with straight, blah hair just....hanging on my head. My students told me it looked great! Better than usual! What have I done differently?!!
It could be worse. My friend Sara dressed as Coraline's Other Mother (from the movie), and her students said she looked fabulous! She should do her hair and make-up like that every day!! Bwah-ha-ha-ha!!! Every time I looked at her I cracked up, but her students thought she was dazzling. In fact, her normal self would just be a let-down now that they know her true potential.
I'm not sure where I was going with this post.
My hair is getting on my nerves.