(my title is supposed to be a play on words, apparently I have no creativity.)

I finally took my hair down. Partly because I could not take looking at it anymore and partly because everyone has be asking how long it is. And the verdict is: I dont know... hahahaha my mom didnt want me to get it bone straight because my hair will break off when she braids it back up. Of course I dont believe it has grown at all... its sorta like the anorexic girl thinks shes fat. Pictures of it are up on facebook and myspace, if anyone wants to have a gander. The thing is, I hate braids but they are so convenient. I had my hair down for one full day and it was the biggest distraction first, i played with it putting it in every style i could possibly think of.... wasting a few hours. Brandon came over for and hour and suddenly I'm a cat...(with braids every so often there are people who just have to touch it but its not enough to get annoying, Brandon made me yell at him. I was like "stop petting my hair!") I had to look in the mirror every time I passed one and in doing so ended up altering my hair each time. Since it wasnt "bone straight" it looked extra poofy (lol) when I wore my hat. And this is just one day, and it wasnt even a school day. I cant imagine waking up earlier than I already have to, just to do my hair... I'd die. or chop it off. hahaha. I'm so low maintenance, I dont know if thats a good or bad thing but it fits ME. Its who I am. No matter how crappy I let my braids get, its suits me. I love my hair though, no matter what I tell people.


This concludes my hair of a tale...

Tags: my hair
where im at:: on the flo, up in my crib yo
how im feeling:: amused
what im cranking:: Dont Stop- Innerpartysystem