#26
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Hair. Hair hair hair.
I don't know why I do these sorts of things. Hair hair hair. Bizarre commitments, and the like. I'm sure I did it when I was much younger--I just can't remember back that far. I do know that during the summer between my sophomore and (first) junior year, I said, "OK self, here's the deal: you're not going to wear shorts or short-sleeved shirts all summer, nor are you going to cut your hair or shave." Right. I was working in the lawn & garden department of Wal-Mart at the time, which led to some fun, near-delirious events. Then I closed the end of the summer with an internship in the PR department at Geneva. I think I now know why they told me to stay inside all day and keep out of the public's sight.
Hair hair! Now I'm doing it again. I grew a beard. Big dead, since I'm fickle and my facial hair grows quickly. But I also told myself, "Jason, don't cut your hair until Beaver Falls Coffee & Tea Co. opens." And I responded with, "OK."
So I have a fairly trimmed beard and a mane of hair that--as of now--growing at a freakish rate. I'm at the stage where I have to periodically toss my hair back, much like a surfer or fashion model. A low-rent surfer or fashion model. If I drive with my car window rolled down, the wind most certainly whips (whips!) through my hair. HAIR!
I'm predicting that in two weeks, my hair will be crazy. It's already a noticeable presence; I feel it all of the time, have to look through strands of brown half of the time. I sort of like the look, and I guess I'll have to like it until the shop opens. I'll probably want to cut it, at some point, at least for a sanitary reason. But until then: hair.
posted, with grace and poise, by Jason @ 10/01/2006 07:54:00 PM,
2 Comments:
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At 8:56 PM,
RVWarren said...
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I hear a musical coming on!
Hair!
Its what you wear
on your head
It'll be there
until you're dead
or middle age... -
At 9:42 PM,
Twixmixy said...
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sweet. pictures?
