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stoopbeckBleah. I'm feeling sick. But I'm going to bed early tonight and taking off work tomorrow in an attempt to get better OMGsofast.
And now for something completely different: the haircut story!
Got a haircut today.
Why is it that every time I go to the hair cutting place, they never give me what I want? I knew the length, I knew the style—I had it covered. But… my haircutter apparently didn’t understand what I was talking about.
Me: Yeah, um. Last year? I came in? And… I got it cut about this length? All over? Which is about four or so inches off, so… that’s what I want. Four inches. Off.
[Long pause.]
Her: Oh, honey, are you sure that’s what you want? I mean, really four or so inches? All over? Isn’t that a lot?
Me: Um. Yes, I believe it is.
Her: No, no, that can’t be what you want.
Me: Yes. Yes. Look. I want about four inches cut off, all over. All of it will end up the same length. Yes, it may sound crazy, but for some inexplicable reason that’s what I want. Please.
Her: Now, how do you want it again?
Me: *headdesk*
Luckily Mom came in, but… that kind of made it worse. It just added to the confusion.
Me: FOUR INCHES! OFF!
Her: I just don’t think that’ll look at all good. Are you really sure?
Mom: Do you have any magazines or something? Maybe we could find it in there.
We looked. And looked.
Her: So, is this it? Kind of a bob? Like that?
Me: Um. No, I’d like it all layered. I don’t want it all chopped. I just want four…
Her: *pointing to another bob cut* Like this?
Me: *stabs self in eye with clipboard*
Luckily, it all turned out. We found a hairstyle similar enough to the one I wanted in the style book, so she toted it on over and got to cutting. She talked the whole time. I mean, how awkward is that? Your head’s at a crazy angle, cutting off all air, and when you open your mouth to reply to whatever question she’s asking, you get hair bits in your mouth. And your nose. And your eyes. And then there’s the hair bits that escape and fall down your collar, totally disregarding the big drapey thing they put on you, and making you itch like crazy. This is why I dislike haircuts.
Also. Is it some sort of rule that haircutting people have to have THE worst styles ever? Way to inspire my confidence in your haircutting ability, Hair Cutting Professional! It’s like makeup venders. They all have the gaudiest makeup EVER. What is that?
Anyway. Done with the tangent. It ended up looking nice. It’s longer than the one I had last year, but at least I didn’t end up with a buzz cut or a mowhawk or something worse. I really do like it. Just… for once, can I end up with the haircut I had in mind when I entered? *sigh*
And now for something completely different: the haircut story!
Got a haircut today.
Why is it that every time I go to the hair cutting place, they never give me what I want? I knew the length, I knew the style—I had it covered. But… my haircutter apparently didn’t understand what I was talking about.
Me: Yeah, um. Last year? I came in? And… I got it cut about this length? All over? Which is about four or so inches off, so… that’s what I want. Four inches. Off.
[Long pause.]
Her: Oh, honey, are you sure that’s what you want? I mean, really four or so inches? All over? Isn’t that a lot?
Me: Um. Yes, I believe it is.
Her: No, no, that can’t be what you want.
Me: Yes. Yes. Look. I want about four inches cut off, all over. All of it will end up the same length. Yes, it may sound crazy, but for some inexplicable reason that’s what I want. Please.
Her: Now, how do you want it again?
Me: *headdesk*
Luckily Mom came in, but… that kind of made it worse. It just added to the confusion.
Me: FOUR INCHES! OFF!
Her: I just don’t think that’ll look at all good. Are you really sure?
Mom: Do you have any magazines or something? Maybe we could find it in there.
We looked. And looked.
Her: So, is this it? Kind of a bob? Like that?
Me: Um. No, I’d like it all layered. I don’t want it all chopped. I just want four…
Her: *pointing to another bob cut* Like this?
Me: *stabs self in eye with clipboard*
Luckily, it all turned out. We found a hairstyle similar enough to the one I wanted in the style book, so she toted it on over and got to cutting. She talked the whole time. I mean, how awkward is that? Your head’s at a crazy angle, cutting off all air, and when you open your mouth to reply to whatever question she’s asking, you get hair bits in your mouth. And your nose. And your eyes. And then there’s the hair bits that escape and fall down your collar, totally disregarding the big drapey thing they put on you, and making you itch like crazy. This is why I dislike haircuts.
Also. Is it some sort of rule that haircutting people have to have THE worst styles ever? Way to inspire my confidence in your haircutting ability, Hair Cutting Professional! It’s like makeup venders. They all have the gaudiest makeup EVER. What is that?
Anyway. Done with the tangent. It ended up looking nice. It’s longer than the one I had last year, but at least I didn’t end up with a buzz cut or a mowhawk or something worse. I really do like it. Just… for once, can I end up with the haircut I had in mind when I entered? *sigh*
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Date: 2005-06-16 01:44 am (UTC)Gah. No, a bob looks wretched on me. I know. I've tried. I have pictures from fourth grade that I try to hide and burn because... gah. It's definitely THE worst hair choice I've ever made, and it's the reason I had long hair for so long.
Stupid hair. Why can't it just... do what I want? *sticks tongue out at it*