Charloween

1. It's been a year since I cut 24" of my hair and donated it. I love not having fucking Rapunzel hair anymore, not having to have the same conversation over and over about how my hair is (good for you!) long, not having constant tangles, being able to blow-dry my hair if I need to, not having to arrange my hair while doing up my jeans lest the end of my braid get caught in my zipper.... It's been great. I don't know why I hesitated so long to get it cut - especially when the only reasons people could give me for keeping it was, "It's pretty." Yeah, well those people didn't have to care for it. The way it is now, it's a dream to manage.

2. Pushing Daisies is consistently good. Way to go, Fuller. (Though, we'll see in a few weeks with that "crossover episode", now won't we.) It's nice to see a show that's not afraid to be silly and maintain a strong series narrative.

3. Spoke to a non-asshat at Visa, now have a process to recoup my costs for the Sterling collapse. I may have to hang out with my mother's cousin the university librarian if I'm stuck in the UK for a week. (A week in Cambridge? There are worse places to be stuck.) I so need a secretary to deal with this stuff so I can get on with the business of prepping for the conference, not worrying about how I'm going to get home from it.

4. There's a dude walking around the computer lab wearing a hockey mask. Yeah, buddy. Halloween's tomorrow, but full marks for effort.

(For a before shot, check my last entry.)

More pics and the full story later - I've got dinner with my sister in a little bit and then a midterm tomorrow.

I think I'm still stunned by it all.

A zillion and one thanks to omicron34 for becoming our photographer extrordinaire, and many thanks too to amyisyellow for dropping by the salon before my hair got styled and biting her tongue at the awkward chopped-not-styled hair.

The media seemed taken with the fact that Reed and I were a brother-and-sister team who got our hair cut. He gave up 16" and I got rid of the full 24". We did interviews and stuff. It was surreal. I thought we'd just be going for a hair cut but it turned into something bigger.

Food tiem nao - pictures tiem later. For the unedited version, you can see everything on my photobucket account.

EDIT: Just watched the tail-end of CityTV's evening news, and Reed and I were featured in the Random Acts of Kindness segment. *ducks head and blushes*

The Hair goes away tomorrow. YIPE!

I could have the full 24" cut off, or just get 16" (they cut in 8" chunks). Mum thinks I should go as dramatically different has possible, my sister and sister-in-law both say do the lesser amount.

If I let them take more, it'll be around my shoulders; less and it'll be the same length as it was 10 years ago (when I was last in a salon). I'm not sure what to do. I have to decide sometime in the next 12 hours. Maybe if I watch more QI I won't have to think about it.

I have a massively scary midterm on Wednesday (like, what do I know about avant-garde music??) but I'm spending all my time not studying and freaking out about my hair. Which, on the one hand is totally pathetic. On the other hand, I don't think I've had hair cut above my shoulders since third grade. It's been past my waist since for most of high school. TRAUMATIC TO GET IT CUT. SNERG. So sorry, Shoenberg, I can't be arsed to care about 12-tone music RIGHT NOW.

At least we seem to have the squirrel invasion licked. And a pleasantly stress-free dinner at Phil's was a welcome break in a frantic couple of weeks.