HELL I DID IT !!!!!!!

SO here it is.

Wait for it.

Here it comes.

I GOT A BOY CUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! WWWOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Man! I feel good.( GREAT )

The thing is .......I've always wanted one. LIKE ALWAYS ( Since the first time i saw Winona Ryder and then Aggyness Deyn, Audrey Tautou , more recently Rihanna and Lily Allen ).

Just that..................

well.........................

I've never had the courage.

Yeah ....... im a disgrace to my caste of brave people.

But recently ive been asking myself .... what is it that has been stoping me from chopping my hair off ???

I mean it looks punk/cool, and if it does not look so good on me its bound to grow again right??

Is it the fear of a haircut turning into the biggest disaster ever?

The never ending voices asking me 'Why?' ( i don't owe anyone an explanation for things i want to do with all my heart)

Being teased about being a boy???

Not satisfying the qualifications for the so called 'hot girls' group ( i've very recently learned that only girls with long hair are hot )

Bhatia and her agonizing screams whenever i even come remotely close to suggesting a haircut let alone a boy cut.

But then at the bottom of my heart don't really care about any reasons.........BECAUSE WHEN I WANT SOMETHING, I WANT IT.

So today i was happy, and basically in a hair cut mood.

!Bam! I go ... get an appointment ...... tell my mom to accompany me for moral support( i know, shitty )

And then i start feeling like its the wrongest decision i could have possibly made........ill end up ugly ( im no super model) ..... but i keep myself occupied with unimportant things.

Im FREAKING OUT in the car. WHAT AM I DOING????? MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR !!!!!! STOP THE CAR ! STOP THE CAR !

but i tell myself to count the number of females with long hair outside the window............and successfully count a staggering 107 from Sector 50 red light to Sector 18.

No. of boy cuts on girls-0.

Suddenly excited again i go to that parlor and tell him to do give me a messy boy cut.

He looks at me like i'm mad.

So i explain to him in minute detail..... that i wont be happy with anything but a boy cut....so he makes a lot of faces ..... tells my mom a lot of hair crap.......and cuts my hair with a grumpy face.

DUDE !!! you're not helping !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But when it ends ( its not exactly messy )..... i feel........ FREE!!! and light( god i feel weightless) and strong!! and cute :? and rock .....hahahaha

So with Iggy Pop playing in the background I'd like to say that this is a slap for any stupid stereotypical feelings left in my body......... to the whole medieval crowd who feel that long is best on girls and to everything and everyone ( no offense to the close people ) that/who was pulling me back.

A FRESH START WITH A FRESH HAIRCUT.

PS - for those who dint believe me ........ :D

LOADS OF LOVE ( AND ROCK AND ROLL )

MEE

PS- My dad is going bonkus !!!!! rebel time !!