I am generally pretty good at restraining myself from being psychotically impulsive. But sometimes I just can't stop myself if it is something that won't hurt anyone or cause any really bad repercussions. My appearance is the major thing that is effected by my impulsive need for change. I don't care about what anyone thinks of how I look and I kind of view my image as just a canvas for creating art. Self expression and freedom.
Today the impulse choice was CHOP OFF HAIR. It was time. I've been cutting my own hair for the past 3 years, and other peoples' hair for the past 7 years. I was bored by my hair majorly and feeling way too cutesy and younger than my actual age. Once my bangs grown out some more, I think I'll cut my hair shorter. I'm glad I cut it. I need my friend Hannah to fix it up a bit and give it some life. But for now, until Sunday when she fixes it up all nice, I can dig it.