Travel

I really wanna go to New York in September or October this year.

Hair

So the first time I cut my hair - like extreme hair cutting - I didn't cry, I honestly don't even remember doing it. I was probably in 8th grade. I had short hair for a long time. Then I moved to Utah. I was terrified of the place. Still am. And I decided I need a wall of hair to hide behind. I let my hair grow. UNTIL I started college. Freshman in college (only like two or three weeks into the term) and I kept thinking I need a change. I want to change. So what the hell do I do? I CHOP MY HAIR OFF. Thirteen inches off. Snip snip snip. My original decision was to just get an a line style but I was so hyped I got an asymmetrical a line. And after thirteen had been chopped. I thought to myself "What the hell! Why not go even shorter, I'm already there. Go hard or go home, right?" So three more inches later I walk out of Bon Losee (or Marinello, this was 2010 and I don't remember when what became what) with my very first pixie cut. I was so nervous. I don't remember even looking at a mirror while I was in the building. As soon as I got to my car I started balling. I sat there for a good twenty or so minutes and just cried. The End.