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So I cut my hair last night (as in, my fringe, not just clipping the rest like I do every week), and I'm rather pleased with the results. Cutting one's own hair in a mirror is somewhat harder than my mother made it sound, especially trying to thin parts of it with a normal pair of scissors (as opposed to thinning sciccors, I mean), and I did nearly cut off my fingers by accident a couple of times, but at least it's nice and even and it falls properly.

(Speaking of hair, some time while I'm in Belgium will mark the fifth anniversery of the last time I saw my natural hair colour. (gnore the rest of that entry, it's embarassing.) Wheeee!)

I'm sure I had something to say that actually made sense, but it's escaped me at the moment. Crap.