So I had a week off for my grandmother's funeral and memorial service. But last Thursday, I was at home. My uncle suggested that I rest because Friday was going to be a busy day and Saturday will be the day grandmom will be buried.
So Thursday, I was at home. Bored.
I turned on the TV. Shear Genius was on.
I don't really watch that show but for some reason, that day, I watched it. It was a replay episode.
For those who don't know, Shear Genius is like Project Runway, only, instead of designing clothes, they cut people's hair.
And for those who don't know Project Runway, WHERE THE FUCK DO YOU LIVE? UNDER A ROCK???
You probably know where this is going.
Yup! I cut my hair.
I decided to give myself some bangs.
The thing is, I was only going to cut an inch or two. But I couldn't get it right.
So I cut and cut and cut and cut.
Until it became shorter and shorter and shorter. But not short enough that I could rock it.
I was bored, okay?!!! And I always cut my hair. I just couldn't get it right this time.
And the people on TV made it seem so simple!
Now, I want to die!
Well, not really. But I wanted to kill the scissors that cut my hair. I blame them.
And that damn TV show! It ruined my life!
UPDATE: So, here's the picture I promised.
My mug shot is now in the news papers.
(Note: Hey stranger, you are in no way allowed to use this picture for your site!)
Oh! Anyway, guys, thank you for being wonderful and awesome and sweet. Your comments and E-mails regarding my last post made me want to hug you all but that's like impossible because that would mean I have to go to wherever the hell you are so I could hug you and I know I can't do that because that would be expensive.
Also, you might think I'm a crazy stalker, going to your house and hugging you just like that. So no. Just thank you and I love you all.