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So Cheer Chick and I lived on the edge today, and hopped onto the haircut bandwagon. The others had cut their hair over Feb vacation, but I wanted to be sure we were really sure. She went for an adorable bob, and I went big and cut off... 8 inches? It's hard to say, since I always have it up in a pony.

When Miss Patty started cutting, I didn't flinch. It occurred to me that maybe I should be a bit nervous-- I mean, I was going radical and could end up looking a bit silly-- but really, I was just excited to do something different. I'd also had a conversation with the sunshines recently about how mad they get when their girlfriends cut their hair, and that was the push over the edge I needed. Well, that and having two different hats for each of my dances this year, and I just had too much hair to deal with such a costume change. We'll see if I keep it up or let my usual apathetic, cheap self skip hair cuts and end up back with long hair hidden in ponytails constantly.

The only downside to all this change? I look in the mirror and see my mother looking back at me. Perhaps it's time for some hair color...