DIY haircuts and boys who make me cry.
Okay, so the DIY haircut isn’t drastic at all. In fact, you can barely tell I cut it, except in the front because it’s shorter than the rest of my hair.
Before. So coy!
After. See? No difference.
After again. It wasn’t supposed to be this short in the front. Oh well. What’s done is done!
I have pictures of blurry fireworks to show you too, but I’m saving that for later when I am not multi-tasking my little heart out.
I got an email this morning from a friend and it made me cry and it’s like, one of the few times in my life that a boy has made me cry and there has been no heart breakage involved.
My printer is eating paper and printing jibberish. Today is the day I get to set up all the classrooms. Today is the day I get to sweat. Sweating is fun.
I’m a tough bitch, no?