A few days ago, I decided that growing my hair out to donate was becoming a very challenging endeavor. One I didn't think I wanted to keep undertaking. My hair had grown to just past my shoulders and it was driving me nuts. Because it is so strait it doesn't really have any body to it. So my options were to just letting it hang (so it looked like a mop) or putting it up all the time (which could damage it - making donation impossible).
So, I decided to cut it.
I now have very, very short hair. Although my neck is a little cold, I'm very happy with the outcome.
The irony in this whole situation is that while I was having it cut, a woman next to me was there to have her hair cut off for donation. The student who was cutting her hair put it in pony tails to cut it when I told her that she needed to braid it. They asked how I knew that and I explained how I was planning to have my hair donated until it started driving me nuts. Patrick said that this ironic twist happened so that I would know that there are other people out there that are able and willing to donate their hair. Even though I am not.
I think I am just a short hair girl and will leave the hair donating to other people.
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