Day Ten: What's Different?

So, do you notice what's different?

Can ya guess?

At Anything?

.....

My hair's cut. That's right folks, I cut my own hair. Mind you, I don't know how my mum and sister will take it, because they've always told me to never cut my own hair. I can home from class and after my shower I figured I might as well trim more of my bangs, because it was starting to bug me that I didn't cut all of them. Then, it kinda spiraled and soon enough I can around to cutting my hair. What do you think? Like it? No? Why?

Something funny that happened today at school. I was in my ceramics class and we were working away on our projects and schtuff. When all of a sudden, the fire alarm starts going off. But everyone in my class looks up and around at the rest of the class all wondering whether or not we should keep working or if we should actually head the fire alarm.

It's kinda a funny thought to think of. Art students that would rather keep working than save themselves from a probable death. A fun little tid bit I figured that I would share with you.

Here's my hair. Enjoy!




Oh, and I'm broke. Very broke.