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Hooray I got my hairs redyed! I love new hair day, it is one of my favorite days. I come out of the salon feeling really good about myself and loving the way I look.

I worked 2.5 hours this morning at the branch that first hired me as a substitute. It was relatively easy and that last 2.5 hours got me up to a full 40 hours this week. However, I am now exhausted because I don't usually work 40 hours a week. I was practically falling asleep in the salon chair.

I'm going to a graduation party in four hours, and I'm thinking a petite nap might be just the thing. If only it wouldn't mess up my hair!

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Stargaze tonight is canceled due to the weather not cooperating.



In other news, I got my hair cut and redyed, and I look ADORABLE. Everyone in the shop was saying how good the color looks on me. I love it! I don't want to sleep on it tonight ^^;;


ETA: Apparently I've been ordered to take pictures ;-p

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81. Grow my hair out long enough to donate to Locks of Love.

I hope no one only liked me because I had long, brown hair, because -- now I don't.

I have been growing out my hair specifically to get in long enough to donate it since December 2005. It's been a long journey; I've been getting it trimmed every three months or so and trying to really take care of it.

At my last trim in March, the stylist said it was long enough to be donated. I decided to trim off the split ends and wait the extra three months to grow it out as long as I could.

Yesterday was the day! I specifically waited until after Pirate Day at work, because that costume needed long, curly hair. I decided to donate my hair to Beautiful Lengths because I've heard a lot of bad things about Locks of Love. Other donation sites wanted at least 12 inches of hair, and I only had about 10.5 inches. I wasn't growing out another inch and a half. I was DONE with long hair.

It was definitely the longest I've ever let my hair grow. And it was annoying the crap out of me. I just do not have the right hair to be long; it weighs down my curls, it frizzes, it's just a pain in the ass. Though I do love wearing braids ^_^

Yesterday I wore pig-tail braids for the last time. Carlette went with me to get her hair cut and document the occassion.

Many more pictures at the Flickr.

Aww, bye bye pig-tails!



Damn, my hair was long!



I went to Derailed in the Oregon District after getting recommendations from [info]dayton_ohio. They were really nice and the stylist was very helpful. On her recommendation, I went with semi-permanent color for now.

Goodbye ponytail!



I felt so much lighter once all my hair was cut off! It was such a relief.


Hooray! I'm adorable!




Carlette got her hairs cut too! Pictures are on the Flickr.

I love the new look. It's so much easier to take care of, and now I can wear headbands! Headbands did not work in my longer hair. I have an adorable one I bought months ago that I've just been waiting for a chance to wear.

MY HAIR IS SUPERCUTE!!

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Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?

Father McKenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. Darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?