Oh Yay, I'm a Girl.

So, yesterday, I found myself looking into a mirror (a rare occurrence)and realized I had a mop top! If anything, I looked a bit like Ringo in his awkward bowl cut phase.



Yeah. Not very pleasant, plus if I ever wear a Beatles shirt again with that hair style I'm sure someone will point out that I'm 50 years behind.

So, the second I got in the dorm, I decided something had to happen. Voila!



People have always assumed since I'm a girl, I MUST be capable at cutting hair. Lets see, the haircuts I've given...
1. My friend Mark's hair was down to his shoulders before he wanted it cut, and I was the lucky one who got to chop off his beautiful red hair. It felt like sacrilege, letting that beautiful hair fall to the ground... But his hair looked really good when we were finished.
2. Conrad once had the guts to let me cut his hair. It looked terrible.
3. My brothers hair, which I always did a decent job on, until the forth of July when i was going in close to the ears... and took out a whole chunk of hair. Hahahaa, poor Eric..
I'm sure there's been others, but it turns out that cutting your own hair isn't nearly as fun as cutting someone else's.

When your a girl, people also assume that you must know how to cook, clean, ect. Which I do, and I do well, except the cooking part... But they also assume that you know how to use makeup.

Let me be clear-- I don't wear makeup.

Okay, now that's out in the open, let me define my terror as Stephanie pulls out a makeup bag and Stella pins me to the ground. Just kidding, it wasn't that extreme, but Stephanie attacked my face with makeup. And so She had applied foundation and all that other face stuff which i don't really see the point in cause its just like putting on another coat of skin..? and then they proceeded to the eyes.

I haven't let anyone put eyeliner on me since i was in sixth grade and my friend Kyla tried to put it on me. She poked me in the eye, and I was convinced up until last year that that was the reason why my right eye randomly decides to water up and ONLY that eye. (Turns out it may be genetic, cause Eric has that too.) And the only other time is homecoming my Sophomore year, when I had so much makeup on my face, I was lookin' like a raccoon! (not really).

Anyway, she made me overcome my fear of being blinded by makeup.

Then, they told me I had to curl my eyelashes, THEN put on mascara. Squeezing your eyelashes through a metal guillotine that is supposed to bend them in a way that is going to make them 'longer and more attractive' does not appeal to me.

I refuse to ever take those lengths 'to be a girl' again, because, as my roommate puts it, I am not exactly the most masculine one of all of us, but none the less, testosterone should be embraced at Mary Washington's poorly gender ratio-ed school.