I cut a foot & a half of my hair to donate.

<<I wrote this post on 25th December and forgot to post it but anyway here it is now.>>

Hello humans.

I’m back to this blog after a long unexplained hiatus.

Le explanation: Basically, school sucks.

As seen in the title of this post, I cut off 18 inches of my hair a week ago. I’m donating it for cancer.
Yes, I had a blue streak. I experimented with hair dye on more than a few occasions in the past months. A post on that later.

This is how my hair was. #NotSorry for hiding my face before posting this picture.

Back view ft. my mum’s jacket

Anyways, before cutting off my hair, the longest strands (there were a lot of them even though I had long layers; I have hair thick enough to cover two human heads) came all the way down my back. Now, I have a lob. Or, like, it’s more of an assymetrical bob – short at the back and longer in the front. I dyed most of the blue to black so that it would be able to be used for making wigs for patients. I still have remains of what used to be the blue-turquoise streak in the corners of the front long strands in the right, & it looks, to put it prescisely, groovy. Seriously, my hair is giving hella 60’s vibes when I style it how the hairdresser did it. Very Scarlet Overkill from Minions.

What it looks like now. The flash was too bright hence the weird highlights and shadows.

When I first started properly compiling (as in actually writing down) my life’s bucket list (it’s even a page on this blog, you can view it here), which was 4 years ago, one of the first things I wrote down was “Donate my hair.” Back then I’d only recently found out that you can actually do something like that. That was when I actually started growing out my hair properly.

So, precisely 7 days ago, I accomplished this. And I’m hella happy. I’d originally planned to cut 12 inches, since that’s the minimum length for donating & I was unhealthily attached to my long hair, but cutting an extra 6 inches – that was a split second decision I made when I sat down on the chair at the hairdresser’s. I think it was the biggest split-second decision I ever made so far (I’m still young don’t judge me).
Now for the sentimental-ish part – I was extremely attached to my hair. It was my crutch in disguise. I often used to hide behind it. I even clutched it when I was nervous.
Now that I don’t have a huge mass of keratin (lol I try to be so cool sometimes – keratin, seriously?), I’ve realized, it’s not  that big of a deal. It’s just hair. Literally, just a whole lot of keratin. It has no power to define a person. It’ll grow back. Cutting off this bunch of hair didn’t impact my life drastically, but it will impact the life of the recipient positively. And I’m very happy about that.

Also (this might sound shallow but I’m a teenager, sue me), never have so many people told me that they’re proud of me. Though more than a few friends are moping over the loss of le great hair. I think they were more attached to it than I was, to be honest. Okay, & I did kinda hit a genetic lottery with my hair because it’s hella thick, straight & resilient to bad hair days (literally the only good physical feature I got lol). But still, it’ll grow back soon enough so no big deal. And most people I know think my new hair looks great (I don’t know if they’re saying it to make me happy but okay never mind).

Personally? I’m happy I did it. IT’S EXTREMELY LIBERATING, 10/10 doctors would recommend it.

With that final note, I take my leave, dear readers. (Ha why on earth am I such a thespian?)

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Until next time,
Briar

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Camp!

Howdy! How’s everything going? 😀

As I mentioned in my previous post, I went to camp 2 weeks ago for 6 days of non-stop awesomeness, after which normal life feels really bland 😦 I’m still trying to adjust.

The funny thing about this camp was that I was with my school friends (my best friend Cody wasn’t there, though), because this camp was organized by our school, plus there were kids from another school. We lived in tents, & there were 8 people allowed in each tent (but on the last day, we managed to have a sleepover in the tent I was in, so that night there were 15 people in our tent XD). It was freaking cold there during the morning & evening, but the afternoons were stifling.

And as for why we had a sleepover with almost double the amount of people allotted to each tent, it’s because, well, I feel kinda dumb saying this, but there were these stories going around at dinner that night that some evil spirit thing has been coming to the woods that were next to the row of our tents at exactly 2 am everyday, & he had this huge axe kind of thing with him, & once you saw him he would disappear within an instant. All of us were already extremely tired from the day’s activities, so none of us actually bothered to use our brains, believed the story, & got gigundo scared. So two of our friends (there were too many of us so we had to split up into seperate tents) decided to stay in our tent, then 4 of the girls from the other school came over too because their school’s kids were so freaked out that they had started making a huge deal out of it & called up their parents to pick them up & these girls got really irritated by that (not to mention it was scaring them too), plus one of our tent mates’ friend came over too.

In my Autumn Bucket List’14, there were 2 tasks that were to be completed at camp, which I managed to knock off the list, plus I did another task there too.

#29.Play a crazy prank at camp.

My friends & I played a bunch of idiotic pranks on each other all day, everyday, & none of them were really thaaat crazy, but I think that the one I’m counting for this task was quite memorable.

Basically what happened was that we all were returning to our tents one evening, & me & one of my friends (let’s call her, um, Sal for now because I really can’t think of an appropriate nickname for her right now) decided to put leaves (you know those little oval ones?) in another of our friends’ hoodie. So we gathered a handful of those leaves & sneaked up behind our friend just as we were reaching the tents & we slipped them into her hoodie, & she was like “Whaaa-?!” Naturally, my reaction was to yell out “Yay!” & jump with joy, but the thing is, I didn’t realize that I’m standing right under a tree that had really low (& thick) branches, so I ended up getting hit really hard on the top of my head & falling down. Right there on the ground. In front of everyone. Brilliant.

#28. Pull an all nighter at camp.

It wasn’t exactly an all nighter, but I’ll count it as one, because we really didn’t have it in us to stay up all night after a tiresome day of activities, & then be woken up at 4:30 am with our instructors running all around outside, heartily shouting “Wake up, everybody! Wake up!”

We just managed to stay up later than usual. So, yeah. And it was the same night as that Evil Spirit/Illegal Sleepover night. We stayed up talking about random stuff & eating cup noodles & stuff.

#27.  Accomplish something on my Life Bucket List.

At camp, we went zorbing (which is task #49 on my Life Bucket List)! Woohoo! It was one of the best parts of camp.

To be honest, I was terrified of going into a plastic ball & getting rolled around, & at one point I considered backing out of it, but then I realized that it would be utterly dumb, because, seriously, haven’t about a million people already done it? Exactly. Plus, I had my lucky socks on, so, yep.

I’m glad I didn’t back out, though. It was amazing, & according to me, it’s one of those things everyone should try at least once in their lives.

<< The photos are in my friend’s phone, so I’ll add them here once I get them from her! 🙂 >>

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Sayonara!

-Briar

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