Oh no, not again. Here comes that familiar feeling. It comes as predictable as the change of seasons....that urge to cut my hair. Every stinking year it happens. Just ask Boogie and Droid, I'm pretty sure they are ready to give me a permanent balding so they never have to hear me talk about it again. I would say ask Tron, but she is pretty much as bad as me. Although once I was so desperate I named her executive decision maker on my hair. That promptly ended when I asked her to make a decision on if I should get bangs or not. She said no, then immediately went and got herself some bangs. She was clearly abusing her power.

That permanent balding would also protect Boogie, Droid and anyone else in my near vicinity, from what happens after I follow through on that feeling. Regret, dread and the constant repetition of "Do you like my hair? Really? Tell me the truth." I usually completely hate the new do, and start the process of growing it out all over. Again.

It doesn't necessarily have to be just a cut. I've been a redhead (okay, that was because I attempted to do my own highlights and it looked like a sun exploded on my forehead area only. Obviously the smart thing to do was cover my entire head with red dye. Because Ronald McDonald looks so much better then a sun explosion). I've been a brunette. That was fun, but I just didn't feel like myself (no comments on how I probably looked too smart as a brunette, and as a natural blonde am not used to that!) Technically I've done black hair as well, but that was in the 5th grade for a school project. I should have learned my lesson then, when it took at least 2 years to get my hair back to normal colour.

And don't even get me started on the times I've cut my own hair, or let non-haircutting professionals cut it for me! The compounding problem is that once I decide to do it, it has to happen like, NOW! Once, in middle school I wanted to cut my hair so badly, but Boogie wouldn't do it that second, so I decided I could probably do it myself. So, with hair down to the middle of my back, I pulled it into a ponytail and chopped. WOW. That was not a good look. I can't even tell you how mad Boogie was at me. She threatened to send me to school the next day like that. She "fixed" it, but it didn't matter. My boyfriend at the time still broke up with me the next day. That is the degree of badness my haircut had reached.

Currently I'm itching for a pixie cut. That is one thing I've never done. But I know myself, and I know my face is too lame (thanks Bells Palsy! now that is something I need to blog about!) and my rear end is too big, to pull it off. I'm pretty sure I would end up looking like the blonde Pat from Saturday Night Live. And I also know myself, and know I would not be able to look in a mirror for the next 2 years as it grew out to a normal length.

So, for now I am resisting the urge. Who knows, maybe one day I'll make a blog poll and let you blog faces decide on if I should cut it or not, because that would be pretty funny. And at least then I could blame you guys, and refer to you as jerk faces from that point on. That also would be pretty funny (well, to me).

Please enjoy a gallery of some of my past moments in hair (ps. most of them are crappy old web cam pics because after I did something drastic to my hair, I would immediately send a picture to my mom and dad so I could repeatedly ask them what they thought):

Short!

Red head days!

Back to short!

Getting longer again!

Dark!

Future??????