|Current mood:|| okay|
|Current music:||"Look of Today" by Enigma|
Tonight, I stood in front of my mirror for a while, arguing whether or not I should cut my hair. After staring at my reflection for a few minutes, I picked up the proclipper next to me and began buzzing away. Chunks of hair kept falling to the floor, so I had to sweep it up after I was done.
When the weather gets warmer, I tend to cut my hair extra short. First of all, my hair grows back quickly. It'll be ten times longer in a month. That's also the reason why I shave everyday. (Someone should buy me a tub of Nair for my birthday. Heard it smells awful, but it works.)
Guys like my hair short. Girls like it longer. I figured no girl likes me now anyway, so I have no need to impress anyone.
School starts tomorrow, but only for a day. We have off Tuesday. Election day. What a pisser.
Hope tomorrow goes fast.