If you're a dude and you read this blog you can tune out right about now. Else you might get pretty bored with this post of a decidedly girlie nature.
I decided recently to chop my hair off. Like, super short. I've had it like that before and it was so easy to take care of. Not at all like a baby or a dog. Or a baby dog. Or a George Foreman Grill.
So I straightened my hair for the first time since probably high school the other night so I could see how long it was. I measured it so I could see if I fit the qualifications to donate to Locks of Love. It's amazing how much curl can shorten one's hair. Turns out, my longest layer is over 12 inches long! Holy carp.
I never straighten my hair. 1) Because I like my hair naturally curly, 2) Because it takes forever to do, and 3) Because it freaking takes FOREVER TO DO. After almost an hour and a half of slaving over a hair dryer and large barreled curling iron I was reminded of just why I DON'T STRAIGHTEN MY HAIR. I briefly considered crimping it. But then I remembered that I don't own a crimping iron. Oh, well.
So here are the before pics of my curly hair. Then long and straight. Then shorter-than-crap.



This is my attempt at taking a picture of the back of my own hair.Not the best angle, eh?


Wow, my face looks so emo or something. I suck at taking pictures of myself.