It’s pretty fun. A ton of people said I’m cute, a lot of people think I just went j-rocker (me: hehh???? *scratches head in confusion*), including my dad, who said “you punk… *switches to chinese* stinky guy,” and Sam-who-won’t-stop-classifying-me who said, “You totally went from emo teenager to teenage wannabe j-punk rocker” and really needs to stop shoving me into some stereotype. Some think that, oddly enough, I look more girly with short hair, and a few people thought it was weird. Like Brian Z and Nick who would not stop pointing and Nick had this stupid laugh thing going.
I thought I was going schizo at one point, because I heard, “Rebekah Rebekah Rebekah Rebekah…” overlapping, echo-y, and every direction except in front of me where I could see. A girl I don’t even know stopped me and said she liked my haircut. Two girls I’m not really friends with have called me cute in one way or another said so quite a few times in the past seven days. It used to be “I like your skirt” or “I like your shirt.” On Friday it was “You look really cute in that hairstyle.” Today it was “Your hairstyle looks cute on you” (me: 😑 cute? CUTE? I preferred it when Varsha said i looked like an 16 year old—big improvement on 30). Even Mrs. Russell said a full, like, three sentences on my hair.
You’d think that I wouldn’t hear talk of my hair once I lost it all, would you? 🙁 😛. That should be over tomor- oh, no, Katherine and Kelly weren’t here. I’m not done yet.