hair, bangs and me. why again?

This is a very un-me entry. Read: kikay. Although you would find hints of me in this entry, thus remembering oh yes, it's still me writing this. Read: self-obsessed.

I had my hair cut today. It's um.. Something normal, for a change. But i'm still trying to figure out what it's supposed to be or how I'm supposed to fix it. It's short, which is what I wanted and layered enough, which is also what I wanted, but it ends there. I think I'm going to regret getting those darned bangs because knowing me, I would never even bother trying to fix those bangs. I would not even ATTEMPT to fix them. And here I was, trying to convince myself that I would fix them on a regular basis, just so I can have some sort of control over my hair. But just a few hours after, I get tired just thinking about them. And not to mention that my forehead is starting to break out (whaaattt?? here's to conceited-ness but I never break out :P)

I just realized the bangs play a major part of what my hair is supposed to look like. Part it one side, wow, automatic girly-ness. Part it on the other, I look like a screamo kid/boy. Wow! Instant androgyny! Which was what I wanted to avoid when i decided to get my hair cut.

I really should have just waited and saved up to have my hair curled. Haha.

But if this keeps up, I am definitely getting that mohawk.