oh the horror

on saturday morning, i paid for my second nevada haircut. and promptly went home and cried. they just don't listen. i didn't want more layers; i wanted the back shorter. but in the end, its just hair. and i don't really see it all that much unlike my hand or knee or somewhere i can glance at without a mirror.

so to celebrate having such scary hair, i've spent most of the rest of the entire weekend watching scary movies. i started with the classics: the exorcist and psycho. and then moved on to the other scary movies we randomly own: stir of echos, skeloton key, gothika. after all that, i don't think my hair looks all that bad anymore.