Well, I didn't cut it. For some reason I just couldn't do it. When I got it cut in New York, I just went in and got it done and ended up loving. But this time, I went in signed some papers, waited for about 5 minutes and then walked out. As I was walking out I could hear the girl that was going to cut my hair looking for me. All I know is that those were the longest 5 minutes of my life. I just saw all these other girls getting their hair cut and I kept picturing, in my head, someone butchering my hair. There's only been two people I've really been able to trust to cut my hair. One is in Elmira, NY and the other is in Dallas. So, maybe I'll just have to wait till the next time I'm in either one of those places. Who knows. One thing I've learned from this whole experience is that my mom and Todd are very similar. Or maybe similar when it comes to my hair. They both tell me it'll grow, it's just hair. Then when I got home Todd laughed and when I called my mom she laughed! Oh well. I'm over it. I'm just glad I still have my hair.
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