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So.

I got my hair cut.

Got the bangs. Yep.

Let me tell you: when you haven’t had proper bangs for like, A MILLION YEARS, they come as a bit of a shock. And when you go to blow dry your hair the next morning, you might forget how much they SPROINGGGG! from your head if you don’t blow dry them DOWN.

Well, there’s no “might” about it.

And they did SPROINGGGGG!

So keep in mind that my bangs are, in fact, longer than this (they go down below my eyebrows… never underestimate SPROINGGGG!), and less SPROINGGGGG!-y:

UPDATE: New Sproing-Free Shot:

Yep.

Kept the length, lots of layers, less SPROINGGGGG! than you think, and also less sorority than it appears in this photo (it doesn’t curl inward at all, it lies flat or flips out.) Trust me.

It’s good.

What WASN’T too good was getting it cut next to the woman who HACKED it off last time. I had to keep convincing the guy cutting my hair that the “bad lines” he was finding came from ANOTHER salon, yes. Another one.

But she kept staring at me nonethless, as though she knew she should resent me, but didn’t know quite why.

Sigh.

What ALSO isn’t that good is the way wind turns your bangs into mighty, mighty wings. Whoa.

But I’ll figure it all out soon enough…