Look at my eyes, rock steady, and I promise you more...

On Friday night, I went directly to the hair salon after work and just decided right there and then that it had to be done.

"I want to cut it short." I told the lone hair stylist. I felt kinda bad, because it was an hour before she had to close and here I come in with my yeti-like hair just as she's sweeping up. I showed her the pictures of the hairstyles that I liked.

"Noooo. Too short. You too skinny for short hair!" she said, in a heavy Asian accent (yeah, I don't know why I keep going back to them, when we clearly never really understand each other). She showed me another picture from one of those hairstylist catalogues. It was a little longer than I had hoped for, but she assured me it would work better for me. I shrugged and agreed.

It was funny because just before she took the first snip she said, "Are you sure? This is how much I'll be cutting off." I think she was a little scared herself. I took off my glasses and said, "Do it."

Honestly, this was one of the most thrilling experiences, aside from that last moment before you let yourself go down the Black Diamond hill on the snowboard or skinny-dipping in a frigid Lake Huron. I guess cutting off my hair is my equivalent to anyone else doing drugs or drinking or something 'extreme' to let off stress and to just do something crazy. The lady snipped, snipped and razored away and I was more excited to see what the result would be than scared. That's why the glasses had to come off, so I'd be surprised. And who doesn't love surprises?

One hour and thirteen dollars later, I put the glasses on...

...

...

...ready?...

...are you sure?...

Voila! You can't tell from this picture but I was rather pleased. Yeah, I took this picture a day after, and after a looonng night of poker, so I was too tired to do some sort of model-y I'm-the-shit pose. I'll probably take some better pictures later this week, but essentially, this is what it looks like.

"Hey, not bad."

"It suits you."

"Now we have to take you more seriously."

Those were the comments I got, most of them positive (or forced positive comments? Hmm...) from those who have seen it this weekend but whatever. The most important factor is, I LOVE IT! The chick who did my hair said that it will look 'good' in about a week but fuck that. I love it now!

I don't know why more women don't go for drastic changes to their looks every once in awhile. It really sucks when you think that there's only one generic look for you (layering your hair does not count as a change, ladies). I know a lot of it has to do with fear as to what it will look like, but I'm sure with a little more imagination and a serious consultation with a professional, every woman person will realize that everyone can look different from each other and themselves.

With that said, I can't wait for my hair to grow out, because it's going to be something different. And as for that 'need to take me more seriously' comment, I intend to be opposite than what this hair cut is supposed to make me (more mature-looking). For some reason, I feel kinda different (good different?). I think that hair stylist not only cut off half my hair, but half my inhibitions as well. Ooohhhh...what am I gonna do next?!

Years on the run,

Boy I know I can take it,

And now that I'm here,

I know you can't stand the waiting, boy,

Lets say no more games,

No messing with the mind,

Always room for change,

Let's give it one more try...

(Come on lets give it a try)

I got my bags packed baby and I'm ready to go,

Look at my eyes rock steady and I promise you more,

I got My heart back baby and it's skipping a beat,

I got my ass in check, checkin' out, I'm ready to feel...

It's all good to go,

I'm right here for the taking,

(oooh ticky ticky ticky)

Don't cross the line,

I'll promise you no fakin', boy,

(no no no no)

Its all understood,

No messing with the rules,

(the rules, the rules)

If I let you go,

Boy I will be a fool...

(What kind of girl wants to be a fool?)

I got my bags packed baby and I'm ready to go,

Look at my eyes rock steady and I promise you more,

I got My heart back baby and it's skipping a beat,

I got my ass in check, checkin' out, I'm ready to feel...

Tell me why we act so stupid, the games we're playing,

(oooh)

If life is the rule then we're heading towards the same thing,

You are not worthless with love instead of the fighting,

(oooh)

Let's get together forever with no more hiding...

I got my bags packed baby and I'm ready to go,

Look at my eyes rock steady and I promise you more,

I got My heart back baby and it's skipping a beat,

I got my ass in check, checkin' out, I'm ready to feel...

I got my bags packed baby and I'm ready to go,

Look at my eyes rock steady and I promise you more,

I got My heart back baby and it's skipping a beat,

I got my ass in check, checkin' out, I'm ready to feel...

All Saints - "Rock Steady"