Awkward Haircuts and Hunger: Thursday 2nd

Since i'm wildly posting things I wasn't bothered to finish writing, here's something I wrote a while ago and got bored of:

I like to think that i've change somewhat from when I was little, preferably on an intellectual level and hopefully slightly more mature. Somehow having nothing to do made me think about some of the things that have changed since I cried on the first day of preschool.

Stuff like having haircuts has changed so much. Every kid I knew before despised having haircuts, I don't know why I did but I can still remember the horrors of sitting on an uncomfortably hard, ancient copy of yellow pages so that I was level with the mirrors, wondering what I ever did to deserve a haircut. I don't know about you people, but I dreaded those moments when hair fell on an awkward spot on my face and I had to resist a strong urge to tear that plastic they'd wrap around you and scratch my face. And then there were those moments when it looks like they are going to cut a stack of hair and I wanted to spin around take my hairdresser by the shoulders and scream "what the hell do you think your doing?" but being the nice little girl I was, I just watched in terror and hoped for the best.

Nowadays of course, I watch every strand of hair they cut and yell not too short! at regular intervals and when hair falls on my face- i glare at it until it blows up (it never happens anymore, i don't know why but i imagine if it did i'd try that, then i'd blow it off with my highly developed hair blowing skills (lolwhut).

Then of course theres the smaller things (i would say that they were less obvious but when it comes to food, i'd say its pretty obvious to anyone who knows me well, ie. seen me eat) like eating not just a hell of a lot more, but my appreciation for food has changed so much you'd think I was starved as a child.

I can't be bothered to add more

Thanks for reading