Oh, My Mom...

Okay, so I'll just go ahead and start this off the way most of you are expecting:  My hair has been a point of contention between me and my mom since the seventh grade.  My hair has been various lengths, pretty much every color of the rainbow (okay, blonde, brown, blue, purple, and red): all to my mom's either shock, horror, anger, tears, or some mad combination of all four.  

This summer, the battle over my hair has continued.  "Get your hair cut!" she said..."I know this girl at cheap cuts and she does an excellent job!  Get your hair cut!  I'll pay!  I'll take you!  Get your hair cut!" But see... my hair is exactly the length that allows it to be put into a ponytail.  Do you know how long I've waited for this to happen?  It has only been this proper length for a couple of months now after I hacked it off the summer before sophomore year (actually, I think July 2nd, 2008).  So, for almost a YEAR I have not been able to put my hair in a ponytail and it has been driving me crazy.  For me to get it cut now, I wouldn't be able to put it in a ponytail.  The thought of this drove me up the wall.  But then, Mom got me.  "We're not going to Florida until you get your hair cut." 

I got my hair cut.  My mom won the battle.  But she hasn't won the war...at least not yet.  My hair doesn't go into a ponytail all the way anymore.  It's kinda half up, half down.  Another month or so and it'll be back to the proper length.

Sigh.  Sometimes, I wish my hair would be like Harry Potter's after a bad haircut- it would just grow back overnight.  Oh well...going to Florida tomorrow!