Well, I hate to say this but nothing remarkable has happened this week. I've just been going through my little routine and waiting on the weekend, which isn't necessarily a bad thing because I am a BIG FAN of routine. However, since nothing very exciting has happened, I don't have much in the way of material for the old blog.
The most dramatic thing going on in my life right now is probably the decision whether or not to get some bangs. Obviously I am using the word dramatic VERY LOOSELY here because when you think "haircut" you don't necessarily think of a situation fraught with drama. Or perhaps you do and if so, we are kindred spirits. Nevertheless, this is an internal battle I fight about twice a year.
What usually happens is that I decide that I need a change and want to get some bangs, so I get a haircut. Then the honeymoon is over by the time I get home from the hairdreser and I’m pinning those suckers back in a bobby pin and wondering how long it will take them to grow out again. I proceed to spend the next few months walking around looking like a girl who got bangs cut and doesn’t know how to fix them which is mainly because I GOT BANGS CUT AND DON’T KNOW HOW TO FIX THEM!
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
At the beginning of my college career I was casually flirting with the idea of bangs but had yet to make a formal commitment to them, and one day I decided that I wanted to see just how bangs would look on me. So, armed with a headband, hairspray, and a great deal of follicular enthusiasm I created a style known as the fake bang.
Now this is a look that would surely bring some drama to my life.
I think I'll make this spring the season of the Fabang.