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Tuesday, September 30, 200810:45 PM
mew mew mew ![]() [The quote above, you would now if I have ever translated a Vietnamese nursery rhyme to you in english. It's about how children don't take the time to was their faces, and end up just rubbing their eyes with their fists like a cat. It's a cute poem, just kinda harsh in the literal english translation] So, today I got my hair cut. Well, my mother somewhat imposed it on me. I believe her exact words were 'God, you look like a trollop/tramp. Your hair is always disheveled and you look like a beast!. Come on, you and I have the same face (structure) and look at me! You can pull this haircut off. You have the face for all hair cuts!'. Note, this was in 'asian' lol. My tiny asian mother has a 'boy' cut. And she thinks I wold look 'absolutley' adorable with it too. The last time I got a short cut, it ended up above my ears and I looked like Nick Carter from teh Backstreet Boys. It was embarassing as hell. My aunt gave me $5 to stop crying since she had been the one to cut my hair. I stopped crying. Duh, $5 is a lot of money when your in the 5th grade. Of course I went to Asia on vacation and forgot all about it until I went back to school next month. Lets just say that my sixth grade yearbook picture isn't my prettiest picture. So today after a thearter meeting, my mom took me back to the salon. Usually I get my hair trimmed every week becauseI like having people run their fingers through my hair. So after a while of picking, I chose my poison. I personally love my hairdresser, she's teh sweetest Russian you'll ever meet. Well, she's not 'russian' exactly. It's just easier to remember since she's from teh Soviet Union [well was] anyway. So the whole time I was nervous that it would come out horrendous. But you know, I have this weird thing where I get so relaxed in teh hairdressing chair, I fall asleep. So I ended up falling asleep for a while, and I woke up while she was blowdrying it. I had a dream where my Blackmoor fish turned into a goldfish and died. I don't know why, but she told me it was cute, but she meant really that it was cute that I dreamt while getting my hair done. So my mother and I compromised, and I didn't get a 'Rihanna' cut. I got a cute little bob with bangs. It maes me look more asian than I usually look. It lookes like this [here] but in black and in a more adorable pixie like fashion. I don't know why, but I'll be freaking out in Gym class tomorrow when I realize I can't tie my hair into cute pigtails. I don't know, I really like it when people run their fingers through my hair. I find it really relaxing for some reason. Well, I guess that's it? ---- |
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