Hair.

Okay. So, since I chopped my hair senior year, I've realized that I generally look better with short hair. Since last fall, however, I've decided that I desperately want long hair, and have been longing (ha! pun) for it ever since. Now, don't ask me why, but the other day, I got a sudden urge to chop again. This time, though, even shorter. Like really short. Like boy short. Like pixie cut short. This is simultaneously terrifying and exciting. My hair can make or break a day for me. That sounds really shallow, but my hair reflects and influences me (probably more than it should, but oh well). My appointment to get it cut is this Thursday, and I have to admit, I've started to have second thoughts.
This was my original goal, before the chopping urge:

Annnd this is my new goal:


I don't think I'll back out, but I'm still having those nagging second thoughts, especially since my hair is the longest it's been in a couple of years, and happened to look good at church today. Also, cutting my hair that short will condemn me to short hair for at least the next two to three years while it grows out, not to mention some awkward growing out stages. Oh well, I'm still excited! Also, this will be marvelously easy for my road trip.