Bang-trasophe!

If there's nothing worse than a I-need-to-hide-my-head-in-a-paper bag bad haircut, it's the I-need-to-hide-my-head-in-a-paper bag bad bang cut.

For some sort of reason I felt possessed to cut my bangs. Actually I've been thinking about it for a while, something a little different to change things up a bit-- after all, it's just hair right? It'll grow back, right?

I think this is the first time I actually regret doing anything to my hair (maybe next to the time I gave my hairdresser permission to shave part of my head).

1) it was cut too short, and
2) it's just ugly.

My sole objective was to look like one of those hip and hot girls downtown, the trendsetter types. I am certainly anything but that :'( My face and hair could make small children cry. My bangs are so straight, I have to be careful not to cut my face. All traces of hotness has evaporated from my body.

I had wanted to go to the hair dressing place my sister frequents, but because it was closed, I ended up going to some random one. That is the last time I choose to do that. So for those folks that will see me in the next week, laugh your heart out. Ha ha ha, that's the amount of time it'll take for my bangs to grow out a bit! And hopefully by then it'll be A-okay again.