Well, on Saturday the 3rd, I decided heck with it. I had Jen straighten it, and my mom chopped it off:
There's the straightened version
Sophie wearing my pigtails. A vision of the future, maybe?
The final product (hey, it's not perfect, but what do you want for 11 o'clock last night?)
It definitely took some getting used to, and I think another couple of inches would make the adjustment easier, but I do have to say: it's drastically cut down on the amount of time I need to get ready in the morning. And it's just hair. It'll always grow back.
I wanted to do something different, and I guess this is my pseudo-rebelling without any real consequences. I've even got some red-brown hair dye I may try out in the near future. I just wanted to do something a little light hearted in the midst of all the stressful stuff. And I feel like it helped.
Unfortunately, some poor child is now going to be stuck with my hair. Hopefully Locks of Love can treat it and make it more manageable somehow.