Hair.

Ok. So I've cut my hair.
A lot.
It's short.
I was going for shoulder length. But it's shorter than I intended.
The plat that I cut off is about the length of my arm.
Photos will probably be forthcoming.

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This essay is now due in eleven hours and thirty minutes. And I don't WANNA write it.
God. I sound like a four year old. I feel like a four year old.
And I do KNOW I only ever use this journal for spamming, ranting, whinging, procrastinating, or some combination of the above.
Eleven hours and twenty six minutes. Sigh.