2008-02-03 - 1:13 p.m.
Pickle you, kumquat!

So, I chopped my hair on Friday. Chopped. I'm a bit freaked, mostly because my goldilocks can no longer be gathered in a ponytail, but everyone who's seen me with it has loved it. My waves went from being down to mid-shoulder blade to just a tad lower than my chin. It's a big change.

The most disturbing thing about this is not that I no longer have to pull my hair back to drink out of a drinking fountain. No. It's that most people upon finding that I'm not exactly in love with my new 'do, immediately start going about how it's true that guys do like longer hair, but that's only because they don't have to take care of it. Ha ha ha!

I've heard this from a retired teacher who is in her late 60's and from girls my own age. And all I have to say is: What. The. Fuck.

You think I care what guys think about my hair? Uh, hello? Boyfriendless and happy for going on two years now. I don't do anything with men in mind.

1. My hair wasn't long before because I thought men liked it.
2. I'm not unhappy with my haircut because I don't think men will like it.

I'm freaking out because seven inches of me is gone! Give me some grieving time!

In other news, the eighth graders are still trying to devour my soul. Sometimes they succeed. Sometimes I do the robot and they laugh. Sometimes they go immediately back to being devil spawn after they quit laughing. Sometimes I love teaching. Sometimes I doubt my sanity.