Sunday, October 08, 2006
3:20 PM
Today I love my long hair. I know that to most people it doesn't seem that long, but considering the last haircut I had was a haircut only a lesbian could love and was less than 3 inches long, this to me is long, flowing locks. I don't even care that the color is less than perfect right now, I just love it. I love to twirl it and to swish it Marsha Brady style. Ah, I just love having hair. I was never one of those people to be obsessed with having my hair a certain way. Like, Kayla for a long time was really protective of her long locks. I couldn't understand why. I had always loved getting my hair cut. my ears lowered. It was always exciting to see what it was going to turn out like and how I was going to style it. But now I can hardly imagine having anyone other than myself even look at my hair while holding scissors. It's so strange and so exciting all at the same time. I've never dyed my own hair before. That was going to be my little project this weekend. I was at Wal-Mart, holding the box of dye, when all I could think about were the times that Kayla and I used to dye each other's hair. how much dye we got all over the floor and the chairs at the dorms. staining my bathtub with black hair dye. panicing over the orange highlights poking out through a ridiculous cap. And then I started thinking about before Kayla. When my mom used to do it for me. Now she's having surgery and just the thought of something going wrong is scary. Standing there in the busy isle I put the box back and walked away. I just couldn't do it. Maybe I will later this week. I hope so.