Twister...

Short, fried and curly. And I'm not talking about twister fries here.
It's my hair.
It's the culmination of a mix of boredom, curiosity and impetuosity.
Nothing much went on when i was at the salon. The hairdresser (in my itch for excitement, i decided to try a new hairstylist in a new salon) was very professional. In his world, there was only him and my hair. His eyes, locked on how my hair should look. And then, my locks fell to the ground in disarray.
Three and a half hours ticked by. Slowly. SLOWLY...SLOOWLLY...
Finally, the metamorphosis was complete.
Wooh. Who's that in the mirror?!?
Just how different do i look? My sis laughed her head off. It was a really good way for her to start her day.
Oh well, who cares if she laughs? I've done what i wanted to do and that' another tick off my list of hairdos i want to try out. I love experimenting with my hair. You'll never know how different you could look until you tried it.
Short, tomboyish cut. Checked.
Sassy, bob cut. Checked.
Shoulder-length hair. Checked.
Long hair, blonde then brunette. Checked.
Next: Long and curly? Bald?
I'll wait for my hair to grow first. And don't laugh when you see me with my new hairdo! :P