It's better to burn cut out, than to fade fall away..

And it was that time of the month again, hair combing minutes featuring in the late 20's, spray's, gels, conditioners, shampoos taking most of my research allowance, a good snow day ending up looking like a bad case of dandruff. Measures have to be taken my friend, and a hair cut it was.

With my experiences as a civilized being ( inspite of what other seem to think ) i have taken the privilege of getting many a cut, and some might think that with this kind of experience i'd be good at it by now. We'll have to wait and find out.

Going to a trendy hair salon, trendy enough that they have a computer to store all customer details like preferred style I am asked if i have a booking. Being the in-the-moment kinda person, I just roll my eyes(almost) at the thought that I would need to make a reservation for a haircut, then remembering that my future look and any chance for holy matrimony would be determined by the next few moments of behavioral patterns, i change my eye-roll to a look up and wonder pose.

Lucky for me the person scheduled for 6pm didn't turn up, so in the chair, the stylist glances over the computer and says "The usual huh?".

People think i am way too predictable, like they think that when i say i'll be ready in 15 min, i actually take 45, or the way the cafeteria's chef starts making my order before i've placed it. So wanting to turn into a new leaf, i say something incoherent that sounded more or less like "surprise me!".

I then realized that 'surprise' is quite a relative term, while i might have meant, surprise me in the "Oh my god, wow" my-heart-skipped-a-beat way, i probably never bargained for "OH MY -beep- GOD, What the -beep-?, are you a -beeping- intern here?" heart-stopping way.

Anyway, after a lot of gel and some nice sprays i left, head held high.

Cause any lower and I could have gotten arrested for carrying an assault weapon, the spikes looked dangerous.

"And this is how Uncle G.W got the spikes" is what my friends would tell their kids, showing snaps. Naa, thats not happening, so before that nights party, i used two layers of gel and sprays to get the monster down.

Fact is a grad students budget for hair gel is far far lower than a hair salon's ( with computers to record hair style preferences ), and i obviously don't have to explain my smart readers about spring actions ( not smart? read appendix B ). So halfway through the party, the salons gel won.
Many a person complimented me on my shoes ( which incidentally went unnoticed for a week prior).
Guess we can attribute it to hair, it shifts focus to the farthest point possible.
Come to think of it, its not that bad, but still no, No pictures! Next time i'll stick to the 'usual', which in the stupid computer would now read SPIKES.