I'm getting my hair chopped off.
Big day! I am swinging back and forth between various emotions, but I know it is high time. I have been growing this lock of curls out for eight loooong years. In fact, the years were much longer than my slow-growing hair ever was, and I'm thick of it. Just thick of it.
If anybody happens by this blog before 11 a.m. Montana time, let me know what you think of these styles. Of course, I am drawn to the straight hair, though I have curly. But still, if it's short, I may take the time to straighten it once in a blue moon. Also, I have chosen all blondies, though I am brown as the barren earth. Shoot. Additionally, I have a massive cowlick across my entire forehead, rendering banks impossible unless I force them down with the blowdryer. And I have chosen three girls clad in heavy bangs.
Still, despite these odds, I shall move forward with my hopes of a cute hair do!