Mullet, before and after!

While driving to the Performing Arts Center the other day, I decided to do what all the other kids are doing these days (the ones 10 years younger than I am ;p). Except instead of having a tiny slim point-and-shoot, I had a Canon 30D and a 24-70 L lens. Yep, I'm not only soooo safe on the road, but I am also a huge attention whore. But I am at least going to be an honest one and not pretend Photoshop is the new acne medication. Plus, how could I not show you pictures of me in teal? 'Cuz I love teal.

I learned this trick of driving with my knee from Oliver. I think it's generally something tall people/people with long legs do, but I have figured out a way to do it (by shoving my seat way back). ;P 'Cuz it's super convenient.

Hey, my nose is much pointier than it looks from... any other angle... haha!

I seem to see Helen making this face a lot. Scope out the lovely laundry behind me.

Again, a Helen face.

A me face

Disgusted face

The smirk I use to scare people with. Mostly used it on Oliver, because he did a lot of things that would annoy me. But instead of freaking out (which he enjoyed), I started smirking at the stuff he did so he would frown and stop doing it. ^^

Breaking out of late... no sleep.

Yesterday was a day for teal, I guess.

I think my profile looks like my dad's. Check out the 'tail. What should I do with it? Hack it off?

And here I am walking through the parking lot toward Escapade... lalala, photos of that to come.

And then today I got a haircut on my way back up north from my clinic physical (for study abroad). The mullet was getting a bit much for me.

My hair stylist was super snarky to me just now and made some rude comments about people who do walk-ins, etc. and how she can't possibly know what I wanted since she just met me. But I sucked it up until I was calmer (instead of snapping about how it was her job to try to understand what I wanted) and talked nicely, and let her ignore me for a few minutes. Then when I was in a better frame of mind, I asked her about her tattoos (which made her a lot nicer to me, haha). Then I gave her a nice tip anyway. Sometimes people just have bad days, I guess. ;p She almost made mine.

Anyway, I'm proud of myself for not biting her head off. I'm capable of it/I also hate being passive aggressive when it comes to hurt - but I think I did the right thing.