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Someone described me as obsessed with cutting my hair, making it sound like I'm doing so compulsively and that I'm out of control. It's not an obsession. Short hair needs to be maintained, and the academy needed a model. It's as simple as that. If there were no slot, I wouldn't have cut it again so quickly.

I'm tired of my hairrrrr. Already. Pfft. I know I said I'd keep it, grow it out, get back long (luscious?) locks; but I am just dying--and have been for the longest time--to try a pixie. I've received a couple of go-for-its already.

At the mo', my hair looks kind of bowl-like and "tuts my barreh"-esque. It's sort of a love-hate thing. Most people like it, though I've gotten a couple of dislikes. It actually doesn't look that bad if you notice the texture up close, but I guess it's hard to see beyond the perimeter, especially the fringe, since my hair isn't coloured.

Ahh. Guess I'll call up the Academy to see if I can fix up an appointment for after exams, when my hair would've grown out. In the meantime, I can buy some styling products: hair spray and maybe stronger wax.

Picture stolen from my friend's Facebook, taken with her iPhone 4.
Hence, the overexposure and poor resolution.
Spot me! The slouchy slob (:

The weather threatened to rain on our parade picnic yesterday, but decidedly turned sunny-yet-cool for at least a good half-hour before the sun set quickly upon the Botanic Gardens. Don't you just love our campus? (:

It seems like helmet hair doesn't help protect your head if your friend decides to smack thee with a frisbee.


xoxo