Another thing I always like about Buffy. . .

Was that every time she underwent some huge trial or life change--she'd get a new hairdo. What was better was that you couldn't tell if the hairdo made her change, or her change made her get a new hairdo.

That's my thought for today. I was feeling piiiiisss poor this morning. I mean, crying and wanting to beat up something yucky--and it's highly likely that's just evil lunar hormones. Anyway, I spent an appalling 3/4 of the day feeling like this. I wrote angry little paper journal entries, swore muchly at traffic. . . it just wasn't good.

At the end of the day, I got in my car and set out to find my hair salon for my 6:30 appointment, and it took I think 3 passes on Regent Street to finally find a place to park my car, walk back, and find the darn place! I had a little extra time, so I went and grabbed a sub at Subway--scarfed it down without worrying about how much dressing was probably sliming my face. Then back across the street to Cinema Hair (what a name eh?). Walked in the door.

The place smelled sooo good. Everyone was well-dressed, and the rest room was chock full of scented candles. . . .

Long story short: Chelley took 7-8 inches off my hair, but not before giving me a scalp massage with rose oil and asking me if I wanted anything to drink. I don't know, it sounds rather silly, but it was a strong step up from all my other salon experiences. At first, I wasn't really all that impressed with my final haircut--but then she snipped a bit here and there and it took shape--I have little side bangs now, and it's all shoulder length. My hair is all cleaned up and freeeeee!!!

I went to Copps, feelin fine, and bought a little miniature pinetree/xmas tree, and then went NUTS at the dollar store on christmas decorations. And I feel much better. Although now I dont' wanna do my homework :(