2010-04-15
19:33:16

T H E S T O R Y O F M Y H A I R

B T W this is a very long update. hehehhe.


I started out as any normal little farmer girl; p r e t t y  b a l d.

Then ofcourse my dad thought he had the right to decide my haircut.. I wasnt very happy about it. Even though it looks like it. That smile is fake. 

   

And then.. Puberty hit. not a pretty picture, not very pretty years of my teenage life..

And It grew longer, and I tried different hairstyles..

  

Then BOM, I got even longer hair and I finally grasped the technique of pouting with my lips.



It went to London and was all cool with lipstick and shit.



It got a mind of its own.
And shoved lots of condoms in my bra.
Stupid hair.



It got me through graduation, and was pretty flat, pretty good.  



It went on a airplane to Greece :) and was pretty redish.
But it didnt like Greece, not at all...
Even though it got pretty tan and nice..



It got visited by cousins from another planet. Made it all wierd cus they are so creepy.  



It got pretty and curly ish during summer :)

But then it got bored and turned dark :(



It met Ryan and made me blush and go all THIHIHIHIHIHI!!! <3333



It was long, and made me get very many ideas!!

Like smelling candypaper:D


 

And biting a Lady Gaga CD.

And trying to make peace with the aliens.




It got so many ideas that it even made ME tierd!



Then it turned to winter and it got pretty depressed,
even though I tried to cheer it up with some curls.



THEN!! DUN DUN.. IT CUT ITSELF!!!
And got pretty happy about that, didnt miss the long hair at all.
It also realized that looking at my nose is quite amusing. And hard.


Even I liked it!!
But.. it started to miss the feeling of it swaying in the wind...
But it just tried to be happy anyway:D
 

And this is pretty much how it is now. But the picture isnt fair to it >.<



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