It's a fine line between romantic and stalker...he walked it like a pro.

Cutting your hair isn’t quite as hard as you might think…though it’s also much harder than you’d think it would be.  I realize that was a fairly confusing statement but I think I’ll just leave it without really fully explaining what I meant by it.

I rarely plan out my haircuts.  Usually they just kind of happen all of a sudden and out of the blue.  It isn’t like I give myself a call a few days in advance to see whether I’m going to have any available time in the next few days where I could give myself a haircut.  The main reason that I don’t set up appointments with myself is so that I don’t find myself getting mad at myself whenever I show up 20 minutes late for my appointment.  It’s just awkward to go through that kind of inner turmoil.   Plus, I rarely have cash on me but I don’t have the ability to accept payment via credit card.  So I end up having to run to the ATM to get cash so that I can pay myself.  It’s just easier if we keep it more informal and I don’t have to worry about charging myself for the haircut.

Usually the haircut happens right after I take a shower.  Pretty much I just am lathering my hair up with shamp in there, probably just loving the smell engulfing my hair (cause I always make sure that I get shampoo that smells as much like heaven as possible), when my fingers tell my brain that my hair is just getting entirely too long.  Then the idea of giving myself a haircut enters my brain.  I spend the rest of the shower just trying to get through my shower routine as quickly as possible so that I can get out, dry off and give my hair a check-out to see whether I really want to cut it or not.  I play around with it for a little while.  Swoop it to different sides, spike it all up, fluff it all out, slick it all back… In the end, I either decide that I like it too much to cut it or that I hate it enough to cut it.  Today, I made the decision to cut it.

After playing with my hair for a little while, this is what I came up with as my “before” picture:

 As you can see from the picture, I got to the point where I was emotionally a little messed up with how my hair looked.  The only way that I knew of to get that look off of my face was to start going to town on my hair.

I cut my hair with the back of my electric razor.  There is a flip-up trimmer on the back and I just kinda pull my hair out and use that little thing to saw at it.  It works pretty well actually and I like it because it makes it easier for me to avoid being choppy with my haircut.  So anyways, once I’ve started up the razor and gotten it ready to go, I begin the haircut.  It’s a slow process but it goes pretty fast (another one of those confusing statements).

This is the time in my life when I realize that I’m not near as ambidextrous as I thought I was.  It’s like cutting the hair on one side of my head is SIGNIFICANTLY easier than cutting the hair on the other side.  I tried a couple of times to just use my other hand to cut my hair but that did not go very well.  I feel like you would be able to easily be able to tell which side of my head had been cut with my weak hand.  Easily.

So anyways, once I’m finished with my hair, I have to jump back into the shower because I’m completely covered with hair and NOBODY likes that itchy feeling.   The awesome thing is that I don’t even have to get any of my clothes itchy because I just cut my hair in the nude between the two showers!  No need to get dressed just to cut my hair!  I mean the only person who is going to see me in there in the nude is me and I’ve never really worried about seeing myself naked.  It just isn’t weird for me.  Go figure.  So anyways, I jump back in the shower, jump back out of the shower, dry myself all off and see how it went! The results can be seen below:

I am fairly happy with the way that this particular haircut went as you can tell by the change of expression on my face.  I know what you’re thinking though.  You’re like “hey, it doesn’t even look like you cut any hair off!”  But I believe that exhibit W6TN below should clear up whether or not any hair came off of my head:

                                              Exhibit W6TN:

So many other things that I could continue talking about.  Not the least of which being what happened last night.  I think the only word that could really describe the awesomeness of last night would be farindulous…and I made that word up so it doesn’t really even count.  I’ll write more about it sometime later.  Not now.  It’s not the time.

How did O-State just do that? Oh, it must be because we are the greatest team in the world.

Out.