Rapunzel Hair

Today I'm writing about my hair.

You see, somehow, without my knowledge, may hair has turned into the longest thing ever. I mean, obviously it happened gradually. It's not like your hair magically sprouts to twice its length overnight. Since I wear my hair up all the time at work, I never noticed. You see, in my minds eye, my hair is quite short. I had a very short haircut for a long time. It looked like this (please excuse my 18 year old dumbo face):

It was a fitting look for a long time, but I eventually got bored of it. I let it grow a little longer, and I had to start wearing it up at work. It was great for Sarah Palin impressions.

It barely hit my shoulders, it was an easy length and I could do plenty with it. I liked it. Sometime after this point, I had this crazy idea that I wanted mermaid hair. I also forgot all about the hair salon. It's been since JUNE 2009 since I've gotten my haircut! 

It's turned into this BIG, long, thick, rope of a hairdo. Seriously, I can't even use a brush in it. I have to use a wide-tooth comb. I break all my brushes. If I curl it, I need two sets of hot rollers. If I color it, I will no longer be able to do it at home. I'm going to have to go in and pay eleven thousand dollars (not really, I'm just used to paying under $10).

I have never felt my hair tickle the back of my arm before- but it does that now if my sleeves are short. I break ponytail holders every day.

When I was little, I used to be jealous of Rapunzel. My mom always gave me these crazy mullet or bowl haircuts. I just wanted some beautiful, flowing, long hair. It didn't matter that she was locked in a tower, or that she probably spent all her time brushing and conditioning. WELL I WAS WRONG.

NO ONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD EVER WANT THIS.

If I were Rapunzel, I'd go Britney on everyone and buzz it off. Then I'd whack the witch who captured me with an umbrella and escape. THE END.