A post and a blogthing

[eumelia]

I'm dissatisfied with the way I look. Yeah, yeah what else is new, but this isn't about, for about the first time since I was a teenager that my dissatisfaction has nothing to do with my weight, skin or anything else like that.

It's to do with... dun-dun-duuuuuuuuuuun... my hair.

Yeah, big surprise.

I've decided that after three months of growing my hair, getting it bleached, cut and basically destroyed (except the roots, which look black because of the bleach blond), I'm going to shave it again. It's time and the day after the full moon (Monday and the night of the Pesach Seder, incidentally, or not depending how you look at it) it's coming off, my black-golden locks.

I'm excited about it, as though it's going to happen for the "first" time again.
Of course everyone (in my family) is a critic:
Father - "Do whatever you want, but live with the consequences"
Oldest Sister - "Well, it is a way of getting rid of the bleach, isn't it"
Second Oldest Sister - "Excellent, I think you look great that way"
Brother - "You're the one who has to live with Mummy"
Mother - ... Her - response - was lengthy. And continuous. And will probably not end even after I do it, so I won't bother to write it down.
I think I understand why the shaved look bother Mummy, it reminds her of cancer, the Holocaust, it tells her I don't care about my looks (though it's the exact opposite, if I didn't care, I'd just keep growing my hair to butt length once again)

And now, a quiz:

You Are From Mercury

You are talkative, clever, and knowledgeable - and it shows. You probably never leave home without your cell phone! You're witty, expressive, and aware of everything going on around you. You love learning, playing, and taking in all of what life has to offer. Be careful not to talk your friends' ears off, and temper your need to know everything.

What Planet Are You From?

Comments

[eumelia.livejournal.com]

Thanks. And didn't I just *preens*