Hairspray Queenie
Thursday, Feb. 05, 2004 // 6:48 pm
Today was eventful. The reactions to my shaven head were too disappointing. I thought more people would make fun but it's all good, really. I felt free, like I was liberating the halls and scowling in the faces of all the stupid no-good people.
Some preps at lunch came up to me, arm in arm and the girl named Julie said, "Can I touch it?". I said sure, shrugging it off like I didn't mind. She made a comment and said it was hot and the other girl, standing left of her named Brianna said, "You look like my faatttther". I said, "Okay", and asked Julie why she wanted to feel my hair anyways and she just said because it looked spikey. I hardly even know those freaks but it got a laugh of me.
And the whole time at lunch, I was looking over Neil. He looked alone and sort of lost in thought but I don't care. I seriously don't even think about him and I don't care what he says about me.
I was lost in thought in science. All the people in my class were doing this catapult but I stared at the same place at the wall for 10 minutes with my peach-fuzz hair on the table. My finger was under the table and stratching the upper bottom of the table and it made an airplane noise.
I hugged Michael today. He doesn't hug back but it's okay. I can just wrap my arms around him and he'll be like, "What the heck?". It's all right because I don't mind.
My neighbour said it kicked ass. Other people say it's gross.
And I can still hold my own and love it. It's like a vacation and I don't care about anything because it's my day off... for a few months until it grows back.
My mom is going to cut my father's hair just like mine.