I Want That Bob.

I WANT. (I'm totally into women, shh)

One of my greatest fears, but also one of my greatest wants, is to get a radical sort of hair cut. You know, the kind where people actually notice there's been a hair cut, or the kind that would limit my ponytail abilities (gasp!)

I'm a crazy party animal, I know. But, I've seriously thought about this a lot, and I've come to accept that I'm never going to be able to get a substantial hair cut. Why? I have no hair to begin with to get rid of.

I have extremely thin hair that looks plentiful due to my hair's natural reaction to humidity which is FRIZZ and POOF. I've had friends come up to me and ask me why I never wear my hair down; reason is that if I had it down, it would clump together in frizzy sections so I would look like A. a scrub or B. a Jamaican who has poorly done dreadlocks.

I would love to be one of those girls who wears her hair down more than once in a blue moon, and even then sometimes opts not to, because you know what, it's too damn hot to have my neck covered up by my flimsy hair!

My friends have always said I'd look so good with my hair straightened and all I have to say to that is, "No way! Why would I ever do that?! So the world can see how not nice my hair REALLY looks underneath the frizzy visage which is my hair!?"

I'm jealous of Ricky: he has nice, thick hair which will only end up wasted, because he's a guy who doesn't want to do girly things with it! Oh, the things I would do to it if I had been blessed with thick hair for my whole life! I had thick hair at one point and I did wear it down for a longggggg time, until you know, a girl suggested that I wear it up in 5th grade. And it all plummeted. I said goodbye to my headbands and hello to ponytail holders, and I'm really attached now!

Plus, I feel like I don't look old. This is such a superficial blog, but I want to look like I'm actually a sophmore in college, not like a high schooler (I don't even want to get into what grade I would be in..)

So I'll be pining in the corner looking at all these cute hair styles, saying, "But, but, but I want that too. Why does my hair have to be so fail!?" =(

(Side note: plus seriously, could ANYONE picture me without rocking the ponytail? I have a feeling I'll be a 60 year old grandma playing her Mario games in the living room, avoiding wearing pants as much as possible, and yelling at the television screen because Yoshi keeps dying on me. This all occurs while my old gray hairs. which have dwindled to three due to my extreme stress [YOSHI, YOU GET THE FUCK BACK HERE!], are pulled back in a ponytail.)

"Envy is thin because it bites but never eats." (Spanish Proverb)

[FULL CIRCLE. I LOVE FOOD.]