tuh-duuuuhhhhhh!

Here's a phone video my mom took when I first arrived home. You can't see my hair too well with it, but you can see Zoralee's reaction or lack thereof.

This is straightened and styled, of course, and what I will mostly wear is do-nothin' curls, which'll bring it a tad shorter. If it's too much of a fro, I can go in and get another style. I'll show pics of how I am able to style it another day! Probably the day I start wondering if this was a good move! ha ha ha [crazy person laughter]!!!

The stylist, now known as "my stylist" (right? cuz if I go back, I will have been there multiple times) said my face is heart shaped on the bottom and oval on top, making me not the best candidate for very short hair, because you're trying to get an oval all over. No offense to anyone in the lookin' good industry, but that seems a teensy horse pucky-esque to me, but I had a grand time! My stylist helped me decide on this style for now. She took her jolly old time, nearly two and a half hours to be exact. I guess cutting an A line requires cutting your hair wet, then fully drying and steam-rolling it, or whatever they call it (it'll come to me - - - - - - flat-ironing), and then cutting it again dry.

Know what advice she gave me for curly hair? Only rinse your conditioner half way out, then ring out your hair and put in some product (like that silky stuff) while you're still in the shower. Only towel it lightly if at all, and let it air dry. I let it air dry all the time, but the rest of those suggestions were new.

trying to take self-portraits with a child who wants the camera

Forget this. It's upstairs to let my mother photograph.

And there you have it! Thanks for playing along, folks!

By the way, that thing on the wall in the background has become a part of our family's folklore, and I might as well tell you about it while we're here. You see, my brother, Luke, used to get picked on in high school, specifically by a kid whom he sat behind in one of his classes. The kid would turn around and punch Luke in the chest each day. One day, Luke was ready for him and had this little instrument under his sweatshirt. It's a flat board with about 100 tiny nails in it. Like a classic underdog movie, the kid turned around in class, punched Luke, squealed in pain, and realized with sadness that he couldn't exactly tattle on Luke ("I was simply punching Luke's chest and felt this tremendous pain in my hand..."). He left Luke alone thereafter.