Hack Hack. Chop Chop.

So I found out tonight that I have a good, honest, trusting relationship with my Mom. She came after me tonight with some bleach and a straight razor and I didn't flinch. No, this isn't some form of child abuse. In fact it was my idea. See, she could cut me with the razor then pour....

No, BAD IDEA! I'm not that dumb. I wanted my hair cut, and scissors are just too old fashioned these days. My Mom used a straight razor to cut my hair. And she mixes her own bleach to highlight my hair because the store bought kits are not strong enough for my hair. Yay for my Mom having a cosmotology license!

I saw my natural color for the first time since 8th grade, and decided I was sick of it. It needed some blonde because it was a little dull. My hair also grows like a weed, so I had my Mom trim it while she was at it. Woo! Then i played some Mario Kart with my brother. Woo again!