the haircut. actually, the haircut went awesome, the stylist/hairdresser did very well understand the "trim just the ends" concept. i am loving her already. i still got long reddish locks v shiny and pretty.
i dreamt of being fed sweets last night. a very delicious form of sponge cake filled with raisins. which is sort of weird, but a nice weird. also, it involved a journey, but most of my dreams involve that. in conclusion, it was a good dream.
happy birthday sister!

is a very big day. as in, i'm going to cut my hair. as in the tips of the hair, if possible make it longer, plzthnks. but, as previous experience pointed out, it's like playing the russian roulette. and "it will grow eventually" or "hair is just an accessory" are not words which make me happy. not at all. but i am going to be really adamant and specific about what the hell i want. as in "don't cut much, i don't want layers, no shorter hair on front, no way, no how". long, straight hair is my ideal. i have nightmares about having my hair cut.
other than that, the winter is back with a vengeance and i'm quietly embroidering indoors.

i think i will also break up with the hair stylist. i think she didn't get the part in which i am not going there to have my hair shortened by several centimeters. now the bangs in front are cheek length (oh, the horror! the shame!). and no matter how much i am trying to think that it's good for my hair and that anyway most of it is still a decent length, i am still depressed. i'd like a hair stylist like captain shakespeare - one who actually makes your hair longer and shinier.
note to self for later: next time i'll go to a stylist i will first check their hearing capacity and their IQ. also, i will choose an obedient person who does what s/he is told: i.e. i want my hair long and even and i don't care about your personal opinion. experiement on your own hair if you want. period.