Hey, blog! (and Rodney, the only one who ever reads this :p) I completely forgot to write for the past week! Oh, well. You’re just a blog. HA. Just some colored pixels on a screen that I threw together through some stupid free blogging website. Watcha gonna do about it? NOTHING, because you’re just reflected light! You are a blooooggggggggg!
MOVING ON.
Today, I introduce the many hair lengths of myself, while I strategically make them reeeeally small out so nobody will eeeevvvver find out my true identity! >:)
Age 9 (peak of hair awesomeness)
Age 11
Later that year… 4 inches gone, hair layered!
Age 12, cut it all off, looked like an alien. Hope you can’t see in this tiny picture. About at my chin.
AGE 13… most normal hair I’ve ever had! Yay. Just reaches my shoulders! 
Yaaaayyy! All clap for mee!
This reminds me, in English class we have to write these stupid scripts about a myth, and I’m Hairina, goddess of hair, from ancient Greece in mine. Ugh. I’m starting to like writing and even acting less and less whenever I go to that class.
Not nearly as bad as gym though! SQUAREDANCING=JUSTIFIED TORTURE
