Lost: A Sense of Proportion

So. I got my hair cut. Enough to donate to Locks of Love again. I kind of wasn't planning to, and then I was, and... yeah, kept going back and forth on it, but had pretty much decided that whatever I did, I wasn't going to do anything before our upcoming trip. And then... I did. Imbecamiel the Indecisive, that's me. ;P

Er... wanna see?

( Teh pics. )

You know, I've always been rather bewildered by people who ask me, "How did you get your hair so long?" Um. I... didn't cut it. For, like, fifteen years. And it just... happened. Strange, no?

I'm always left wondering what exactly they expected me to say. "Okay, I'll let you in on it. Just don't tell anyone else - I'm not ready to reveal my discovery to the world. It's Miracle-Gro. You rub it on your scalp three times a week, and within a month or two you'll have knee-length hair."

*bemused* People can be strange.