Hair Disaster

"Oh, where is my hairbrush? Oh where is my hairbrush? Oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where, oh, where oh, where ... is my hairbrush?"

~Larry the cucumber

             I love my hair. Personally, I love my hair! I grow my hair out and donate it to Locks of Love so I always have LOTS of hair. When I first started growing it for Locks of Love I was 4 yrs old. I got it cut when I was 6 and then grew it out again. We, my mom and I, measured, and my hair grows at a rate of approximately ½ inch a month. I donate my hair every 2 years always on the even years. I did it when I was, 6, 8, 10, 12, etc.

So, apparently when I was little, I was not the kind of kid to grab a pair of scissors and give myself a new style. I stuck with whatever hair cut I got. However my hair was long most of the time so I was prone to getting things stuck in it. I always got them out again though! I got a piece of gum stuck in my hair once and that was the first time I got anything TOO stuck and had to cut it out. That incident was closely followed by the time I got a little too close to a metal fan going full speed and got SO MUCH hair stuck in the fan that it was completely clogged. The fan didn’t even have to be stopped or unplugged because there was so much of my hair in it that it couldn’t turn I it wanted to(which it didn’t, it was an inanimate object… I think…).

So anyway, my hair is really fine, as in each little hair is like thinner that a spider’s web, and it is really think, as in there is a TON of those teeny tiny little hairs. Unless I brushed my hair twice a day every day I used to actually get mats in it! Like you know when you have a dog and their fur mats up and you have to cut it off? That is what my hair used to do! We only had to actually cut a “rats’ nest”, as my mom called them, out of my hair once.

          For the last… ummm… well, since school started I have been wearing my hair EXACTLY the same way EVERY day. So I experimenting with new hair styles and one of those was curly. My heir is REALLY straight and won’t curl for the life of me! The only way is to burn to a crisp curling it for multiple hours and then use 1 entire can of hair spray, and spray until my hair fells like dried out angel hair pasta! Then I just can’t touch it or the curls will fall out.

Last night I was experimenting with more effective methods of curling and it all went wrong. I wet a portion of my bangs about 1 inch across and grabbed a comb. I made sure there were no knots and then twisted the comb around and around until it was right up to my scalp. I left there for about 2 minutes before I thought about it and realized it might get stuck. Immediately I tried to undo the horrible mistake I had made but to no avail. My hair, my precious hair, my darn thick hair, was stuck and there was no possible way to get it out. I tried; don’t get me wrong, I tried for 35 minutes before I gave up. By that time it was bust a ball of frizz protruding from my forehead. I cut it out. I couldn’t even pull it far enough away from head to cut it properly! Now I have a small patch on fore head that is about ½ inch long and sticks straight up.

My science teacher has this retard-rule about hats in class and, even though I realize that is supposedly disrespectful to wear a hat inside, I NEED TO WEAR A HAT! I did everything short of showing him the funny hair to convince, but finally he agreed and I get to wear a hat at school!

I guess the moral here is either, don’t ever twist a comb up in your hair or, give yourself an embarrassing hair cut and you can get away with anything!

~Elise (Stay GOLD!)