After months of putting it off, I’m getting my hair cut tomorrow. My excuse is that I’ve been too busy to make a trip to the salon, but the truth is I hate getting my hair cut (What am I? Five?). I know, I know, it will eventually grow back, but a bad haircut experience in high school still makes me cringe every time my hairdresser picks up her scissors.
When I was a freshman, I decided to cut my hair similar to Mandy Moore. Looking back now, it wasn’t the best idea. My hair is naturally wavy. The shorter it gets, the wavier it gets. My short hair was out of control, and I had no idea what to do with it. Since then, I’ve hated getting haircuts. It’s gotten easier with time, but I still put it off as long as possible (which is probably why my hair is so long).
However, I’m being a big girl on Saturday and heading to the salon. I’ve decided to change things up and add shorter layers (pause for ooohs and aaaahs). Even though I might cry after, I’m a teeny bit excited.
And if it turns out horrible, I’ll still be on a high from hanging out with Lindsay (a.k.a. Spicey) that it won’t even matter. Lindsay, one of my dearest friends, has been studying at the University of Cambridge since September. For this reason, I haven’t seen her (in person) for months. However, she’s visiting the States for a few days, and I will be seeing her this weekend. We always have the best times together, and I couldn’t be more excited. Let the fun begin!