What happened to my hair?

  Hi again guys! I wrote this directly after writing my... err... previous article. I hope that you will enjoy this post as much as you have enjoyed my previous post.

    Anyway, you should know from the title that this article is about my hair. And yes, you should have known by now that something has happened to my hair. Do you know what change took place? Well... I cut it short! The hairdresser did anyway. I went to Parlour 33, or something like that, on one fine Sunday, on either the 22nd or the 15th of April, and my mother requested for my 33 - inch long hair to be cut by 5 - or - so inches in a U - shape style. When I turned my head in alarm at the mention of the U - shaped cut, my mother just explained that it would look nicer on me. I knew that my mom knew what was best, so I just stayed put and made faces at the barber when he did something weird to my hair, e.g. use a long clip to keep it in place at the side of my face. Soon enough, when the barber had gone to take a kind of gel that smelled of "the parlour" to me, I looked down and gasped. What long strands of hair I had lost! I had no idea that my hair was so long. I looked at my mother in despair. Now that the barber had cut my eyebrow - length fringe and made it shorter than its usual length, I looked totally weird and I regretted the cut. For some reason, I felt like I should complain, but I firmly told myself that, no matter how much I complained, not a single strand of hair would come back to me and the only thing that I would gain from complaining is one very sore throat. Trying not to look downcast, I walked out of the parlour. Seeing that I did not like my new hairstyle, my mother and I, along with my brother, headed to the "Lollipop Shop". In it, my mother and I spent about half an hour to find some headbands and banana clips to accessorize my hair and cheer me up. After deciding that I wanted a purple - and - black headband, a blue one for school and an extra one that was pink and polka - dotted with white, my mom and I purchased all of the items and headed out of the store, where my slightly impatient brother was waiting.

    After we reached the house, I kept on silently fussing over my new hair. I thought lots of negative things - from 'My fringe is too short...' to 'I wonder what my classmates will say!' However, surprisingly, I soon got used to the new hairstyle and grew oblivious to it. (Sorry if I misused the word "oblivious"!) I began to see things on a happier edge, and I forgot about the changes. In the end, I was pretty happy with the shorter cut as it was lighter and bouncier.
  Although I was fine with the cut, I still couldn't get over the fact that I looked totally different when my hair was tied up. I decided to put up with it, as my classmates couldn't really bother... And they didn't! :)

    Anyway, I'm sorry for not going into the deeper details of my night, but I have to get my mind off the computer and focus on trying to ace my exam... I think that you'll find more details in a previous post. In the meantime, keep reading and writing, and always remember that you can do anything if you persevere!:)

    Sincerely and with the warmest regards,
Kirsten Clare, the founder of Kirsten Clare's diary.