I've been meaning to start a hair journal here for a while, so I finally sat down and here it is! I feel it's good for multiple purposes, mainly to see progress.  If it's a written record, I feel the progress is alot bigger, like my ol' sketchbooks! lol.

Anyway, this'll be by far the longest entry because of the hair history and whatnot, heh.  Well, here it goes:

History
When I was little (up to about 5/6 years of age) I had waist long, platinum blonde hair with bangs.  Then, I got it cut to shoulder length.  (this pattern becomes quite evident ) When I was in first grade (6 years about) I grew out my bangs, and have never gone back.  From here, I kept it around shoulder-length, maybe slightly longer, for years.

Somewhere in there, I made my first big mistake.  I somehow got a brush stuck on the side of my head, and instead of untangling it, I took a scissors to it.  Thus, leaving me to a side part until that grew out (about 2 years)

When I was 13, I went from BSL to mid-neck length bob.  I loved it, as did everyone else.  But, I still grew it out.  

2003 was a horrid year on my hair.  Because of heredity, I was going to a darker, more brunnette color.  I wanted to stay blonde, so I dyed it.  It never worked. I went for blood red, but instead followed my mom's advice (because it would've "look really good") and bleached my hair.  Yes, bleached.  Instead of a light color, it turned yellow.  I hated it, as oppossed to everyone else, and cried over it.  I tried dying it back twice about a month later, it toned it down, luckily before school started.  Then I just let my roots grown in.  February 2004, I dyed it one final time, and it finally looked good, IMO.  By this time it was mid-back length, and in actually very good condition.  But March 2004, a horrible salon accident happened.  I went in for a 2" trim, and asked for some long layers (i've always been fond of layers, for shame on me )  She asked if I wanted it done with a razor, it was something new for me, and she said everyone else loved razor cuts.  So I went for it, and well, the layer's varied from the base of my head to mid-back.  Again, I cried (at home) & didn't like it because I lost so much growth.  So, in May, I cut it of to shoulder-length, and am satisified.  People at school have since told me they "liked me with longer hair" so, score there!  

And that's pretty much up to date....

About
Hair colour: a dark, dirty blonde
Current Length: from front hairline, back 18.5"
Very thick.
I lucked out with genetics on that my mom & dad have very thick hair, and my dad's hair grows at a very fast rate (a good inch or so a month)

One thing people have said, is they've always admired my hair no matter length or color.  Yay, happy!  (god, i sound so self-centered.  seriously, this is the most i've ever talked about myself. EVER)  Despite some old, bad habits, it's luckily always remained in good condition.  I'm growing it out because I've always admired long, long hair (mainly because of my obsession with middle ages/renaissance related things )  And just because.

Anyway, that's enough for now. byebye.  

Today, as part of Spirit Week for Marching Band, was "Bad Hair Day"  Teased, crimped, curled, hair products, just overall horror everywhere (obviously) (actually, only about 1/2 participated) But did I?  Oh no.  I went around telling people "I'm growing out my hair, and taking real good care of it"  felt nice.  everyone was respectful.    Although, these late nights & parties might have to change for better health.  Oh well, atleast no teasing & tearing for me

Last night at work, had a conversation with a girl about hair lengths (I work at DQ, so its all casual there, )

Her: I don't like my hair, I like it short, but its grown out so it looks bad.
Me: I like my hair its current length, but I'm still growing it out to hip-length!
H:  that's creepy!
M: What?
H: People with hair that long are only creepy, old, witches.
M: Not if its in good condition, then it looks wonderful. 
H: It looks creepy.
M: Then I'll be a creepy old lady.  I'm already pretty morbid and creepy. Yay!
[another co-worker walks in]
M: Do you think its creepy that I'm growing out my hair to hip-length?
Him: I don't care, its your hair.
M: Exactly!
Her: It's still creepy.

Ah! I wanted to slap her!  Not really.  Everyone's entitled to their own opinion, I 'spose

And today, one of my art teachers complimented me on my hair (i have a bond with art teachers, yay!).  I told her I was growing it out, and she thought that was cool.  Yay!

Nah, she's just silly. 

Yay for art teachers! They always understand these things. 

WOAH. it's been a while.

Just trimmed 0.5" off today.  I broke my promise to myself of not letting scissors touch my hair for a year, and it was 5 months...  But now, there are NO dry ends or layers.  But there are bangs, but I like those =3  So, completely healthy from root to end.  And no more scissors until... we'll say... Spring Break.