"Where I was going, you

"Where I was going, you had to break a board with your fist before you could even be a white belt." "Really? Was that one of those places with the sticks?" "Sticks?" "You know... if you step a foot out of formation, they hit you in the back of the leg with a giant bamboo stick?" "Does anybody do that?" "I saw it once... and I said, 'no way am I taking that class!'"

I'm overhearing this as a woman wraps my hair in little tin foil squares. It takes her over an hour, and when she's done, she places me in the hot-air-head-dome to bake.

The whole process took over two hours and it's something I never want to go through again. Two hours with this much attention... two hours with someone's hands in my hair... I feel dirty. Hair-sex.

So anyway... because I love you all, I will give you a fantastic laugh and post a picture of my foilfication...

Your welcome.

Also... I should say that I saw a girl around my age, who hadn't had her hair cut since she was five come in and get a foot and a half of hair cut off in one snip. They made a big deal out of it. Took before pictures. It was the longest ponytail the woman had ever cut off. They had measured it.

I'm not exactly sure about my new highlights, but I thought they looked really good when my hair was a mess... before she broke out the trusty flat iron. Maybe I'm going to have to start going for a more unkept look.

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