I couldn't help it. It was an all-day marathon of a cyclce I hadn't seen yet. Cycle 12 or something. Geez, I can't believe there have been that many. ANYway, I've pretty much always resisted the MTV/VH1 vices that a lot of teens and young adults have like a sickly tumor, but ANTM is my shiz. I love that show because it's artsy and it deals with girls of different ethnicities with different looks and okay, maybe mostly are all skinny, BUT in this cycle there were girls who actually looked normal, which was cool. I mean they were kicked off by halfway through, but I felt content as I polished off a box of those mint chocolate cookies--the kind that are like the Girl Scout Grasshopper cookies. THOSE. I seriously ate like a bunch.
ANYWAY. So I'm watching this marathon thing for 3-4 hours when I finally decide I should work out while doing it (thank goodness Mom and Dad bought an elliptical to put in the basement...that sits in front of a tv), so I shocked my cardio system while watching these girls wear crazy things like poofy hair pieces and feathers on their faces and such.
Then I started thinking about how much I LOVED all the girls with short hair. It was like I was drawn to them. I am drawn to girls with short hair for some reason. To me, it's such a statement. Like BAM. I don't have to have long flowy locks--I can rock a boyish haircut--bam!
I totally want to chop all my hair now. Fo real. I'm amazed I've lasted 2 years without cutting it (other than a mere trim, which I'm in dire need of as we speak), but I just LOVE short hair. Mine is looking so boring lately.
Maybe I'll just eat another roll of cookies.
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