I didn’t get my haircut. The salon I’d wanted to go to was so booked up that they put me on the waiting list for the entire weekend and never called me to go in. This actually makes me want to get a haircut MORE. I may go do my old thing where I walk into any random cheap place and say, “Do whatever you think will look good. I’ll trust you.” I don’t have a hangup about hair and never understood people who cry over getting what they feel is a bad haircut. Whatever the salon does, I can fix on my own, and besides, it’s just hair! If I can’t fix it, it’ll grow back! Who cares?! When it grows out in a few weeks, no one would remember (if they even noticed in the first place) an old haircut.

P.S. I just re-read my last entry about the movie Iris. I had some grandiose ideas but had some trouble expressing them, and that last entry was barely coherent. *sigh* So much for good intentions.