I had my hair cut this weekend; it’s been this overgrown mess for too many months:
All I said to the stylist was, “I’m starting graduate school and I was hoping you could make me look like I belong there.”
I think a big part of looking like I belong is not making that face.
Brief aside: Every time I have my hair cut I end up with these absurdly long bangs that are “fashionable” but are a total pain and poke me in the eyes and obstruct my vision. I don’t understand fashion and trends. I’m okay with not understanding those things.
I have to send a picture of myself to one of my jobs (for a Who Works Here bulletin board sort of thing) but I’m aggressively un-photogenic. More so, I really hate being photographed and feel incredibly awkward and uncomfortable whenever a camera is pointed at me. You can just see the fear in my eyes. Bless my sister for taking a million pictures of me over the past few days. Literally none of them turned out, but bless her for trying.
I apologize for this painfully pointless post. I didn’t use a single metaphor. I feel like such a failure.