Stolen Pictures

Every since discovering the joy of posting pictures (what, two weeks ago?) I've had trouble not copy-and-pasting half of the images on the web onto my blog. I'm still feeling slightly guilty for not giving proper credit for the last pictures I stole. Here's a quick fix:
Locks of Love logo--Locks of Love. Duh.
Keira Knightley--I dunno. Google Keira Knightley bob and you'll probably find it.
That picture of me--my cousin Jamie. Thank you, Jamie, for not yelling at me because of
the stolen picture!
I'll tell you, Jaime takes great photos. Somedays when Facebook has sucked me in yet again, I look through her pictures. When she's behind the camera, the pictures are great. When she's in front of the camera, the subject matter is always beautiful. It makes it fun to FB-stalk her.

Occasionally my random picture need is greater than just Facebook, however. That's when I get crazy with Google images. For fear of being accused of stealing pictures, I'm not posting my favorites. Darn you, conscience.
Instead, this is what I searched today:
"bicycle wedding"

And the results are AWESOME! Whether is the groom in biker shorts and the bride in a white poofy mini dress, or a scenic countryside couple holding hands while biking, I love the images. Thank you, Google.

To finish up, I can't resist.


This is Emily Browning. I got this picture from http://cdn.blogs.sheknows.com/celebsalon.sheknows.com/2011/03/emily-browning-hair1.jpg. That's as close to a Works Cited as I'm going to get.
And I love her hair. Probably too short for my criteria, but I LOVE it.

I still haven't cut the blasted stuff (my hair, that is.) Instead, I dyed a teeny streak purple. It's barely visible and will wash out in the next couple weeks, but cooled my short-hair craving for awhile.
What to do?

Telling Secrets

I'm good at keeping secrets, unless they're my own. There are some things that I'd really like to keep quiet until I decide what I'm going to do about them, but I can't!
Here's a spoiler to my secrets.



Ten inches would help build a wig for a child without hair and give me the change that I'm so desperately craving.
I have long, shiny, healthy hair. I might be bragging a little bit, but it's a fact pertinent my story. You see, it is lovely, and I'm a little sick of it.
Or maybe I just need change. You hear about girls who have a bad break up and snip go the scissors or they break out the dye bottles. I don't want to dye this mane of mine anymore, so maybe it's time for a change.

It's not a break up that I'm trying to cut out, I think. It's just the crazy in my life. I'm crazy busy (I worked eleven and a half hours yesterday)crazy confused (school. duh.) and just a little crazy. And sometimes change is just a good thing, no?
And a new look would just be fun, I think. I've been rocking long and straight for AGES.




This is one idea. Maybe with some bangs, or as they say in England, "fringe."

Some things to consider:
*I am as low maintenance as they come. I don't curl, or straighten, or blow dry, or add ANY product. This morning I didn't even brush my hair. It's straight enough that I can comb it with my fingers and braid it and no one's the wiser. (Well, unless my boss noticed. She should comment if she did.) ;)
* I have to be able to get it into a single French braid by mid August. My folk dance dreams are loosely tied into my braid. Really. It's that important.
*I'm poor. I'll splurge for a good cut, but not to get it re-cut and re-cut and re-cut and re-cut so I need something that grow out decently.

What do I do?

And for one last piece of my mind:



I look cute with short hair. Relatively.