you may be wondering, "how could he possibly need to cut his hair again?"
well, i've been wondering the same thing. the truth is, i didn't need to cut it. the faculty at GCS needed me too, along with several other boys. now, i could understand their reasoning if we wore it messily and didn't wash. but our hair was neat and kept well. so i really didn't understand. anyways, what is done is done, and i no longer have hair over my ears or remotely close to being over my eyes.
happy, GCS?
just kidding, i'm not that upset about it. it's fun to overplay things like this, though. thanks to Lynn Hall, my hair didn't turn out to be a complete disaster, like it could have been if i went to the place by Wal-Mart. They would have destroyed it.
here are my before and after pictures...
a portrait of when the times were good.
the red-eye abounds, along with the...shortness. oh so short!
- steven
"what were you hoping for?"
[listening to: 23 - jimmy eat world]
[mood: short haired]
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