I finished my exams today and decided to celebrate by relaxing. Unlike many people this did not involve alcohol. I finally got a haircut. I have not had a haircut in five months. The last time I did it was the infamous incident in which an unprepared Elsa started cutting my hair without the implements to finish. Jon Ryss had to clean up the mess. So lets tell this story
Those looking at me may assume that I was attacked by a pair of scissors. That is pretty close to what happened. The hair is certainly shorter, but it may not be even. Jes had volunteered ages ago to preform the duties, so I politely obliged. As the haircut went on my confidence started to dwindle. It was mainly because of comments like this: "you can show Jason and then he'll let me cut his hair. He says he'd rather have his dad sheer him." "I've cut my horses hair, Ziggy's, and my cats." "Your hair is really think here so I can't tell if I'm cutting it or skin." "After some cuts I feel like 'wow, there's a lot of skin'" and her final pronouncement on it, "its not THAT bad." She's right, its not that bad. Certainly much better than having curly hair. No one will even notice that its uneven in a week or two...I hope
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