Hrm.

I was going to write this awesome blog about being at the gym, and it was going to be a full-length, beginning middle end type post that might actually be interesting to read, but I just finished cutting my hair and I'm a little traumatized. So no gym blog.

My sister brought her flat iron home when she came to visit, and on Monday I took it and straightened my hair. I discovered that, despite my consistent trimmings, there was still a good inch that was in need of the chop chop chopping of scissors. So, before I let it curl up again I thought it might be a good idea to cut it.

And wow. My hair is short. I know it will grow back, but wow. I didn't buzz cut it or anything, and it's not above my ears - well, some of it isn't - but it's shorter than it's been in a while and the look on my mother's face was not one of "Oh! You cut your hair!" delight but more "Holy crap what did you do?!" So I'm wondering what it's going to look like when it's no longer straightened.

I do remember the year that I first did the Twin Cities Unified Auditions I got a haircut that morning and was worried that it would be too short, but I ended up liking it a lot. So I'm imagining it will be something like that. I hope. I pray. I fervently hope and pray.


And no, there will be no pictures posted here. So don't ask.