I Usually Do Fairly Well
but the last one i gave myself was a complete disaster.
basically what happened was this: i was totally pissed off at life,
i was home alone,
and i had nothing on which to take out my anger.
so i took a pair of scissors and started hacking away, empire records-style, until my hair was unrecognizable and, quite frankly, ugly. there's this little piece in front, right on my part, that especially refuses to behave. a lot of the time, it's sticking straight up. it's terrible.
at the time, i didn't care in the slightest. my feeling was sort of a rebellious, "if they care that much what i look like they can go to hell" sort of thing. but when i woke up the next morning, i was more in a "what the hell have i done" area.
hopefully, i can my friend to help me fix it. she's good at this sort of thing.
i think the moral is: never cut your own hair when you're angry.