Locks of Love

So, I did it, I chopped my hair. And I do mean chopped. I've been thinking about doing it for a while now. Jake tried to talk me out of it, but obviously he wasn't successful. I decided if I was going to cut that much off I might as well donate to a good cause, so I gave most of it to Locks of Love.

It's still a little shocking to have hair this short. I've had short hair before, but not this short. I think I'll like it more when it's grown a couple of inches. I wanted short, but not quite this short. I don't blame the hair lady though. My bangs were still growing out and this was my longest front layer. Kind of exciting though. It's really nice not to have so much hair always in my way. I think I'm going to like it.

I'll tell you all what I told Jake. If you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all:) Jake didn't say anything when he saw my hair. I think he's warming up to it though and he's admitted to having somewhat of a love-hate relationship with it. I think I like it, but if I look to close at the back then I start to hyperventilate. Change is good, right?

By the way, sorry I look so retarded in this first picture. Oh well, you get the idea.