I totally have Scully hair, y'all!

So I went upstate quickly to my mom's favorite hair-cutting lady and when I got there I just really wanted what I'd gotten last time. I mistakingly gestured to a point just below my chin, thinking that that was about how long the front pieces had been last time. I quickly corrected it and said that I wanted to be able to pull my hair back, and that it should brush my shoulders.

Well, it does brush my shoulders. If I, you know, lean to one side. But it does still look super cute. My sister and mother looked a little horrified by how short it ended up--my fault! I can't expect her just to remember how long it was from seven months ago, especially when I don't really correct her. And I can, technically, pull it into a little bitty ponytail stub. I don't think it's as cute as it was the last time she cut it, but I still like it well enough. And it's only hair. It'll grow.

Pictures later whenever it is I get home. Because of traffic coming back into the city, I got in about half an hour later than I wanted. Oh well. Back to work with me.

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I think this sums up accurately my excuse for why I'll never be good at Guitar Hero.

No, seriously, I'm the jerk-wad who told my flute-playing, band-director-dating former roommate that I flat out believed that things like "meter" and shit that they forced down our throats at school were made up bullshit to make music people feel smarter than me. I also told her band-director boyfriend that I think he's making it up when he conducts. I did try to sound sarcastic, but I really did mean it. That shit is totally made up.

But, as I told some people, were I to get a game made to reflect my hobbies, it wouldn't be nearly as cool as Gabe's.