For as long as I can remember, my mom has taken me to this Vietnamese lady who talks and laughs while cutting my hair. I've learned to give her precise measurements, "1.5 inches off the back", but I still end up with short fluffy bangs.
A simple trim is all I ask for. If only I could cut it myself, I don't think that'd work too well though. So far I've only mastered bang-trimming. Goodness, one week left of school and my hair is still uncomfortabley long.
Hahahhh, it's 9:16pm. But I'm still in my PJs from last night. I freaking love days like these.
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