Haircut picture

Here's a picture Mom took with her phone. Hard to see the subtle highlights, or the layers really, but I thought it was a pretty good picture.

-Annie

5 more days....

I'm so ready to move back to college I can't even explain! 5 more days...

Oh, today I got a my hair cut and coloured!! It looks so good! I wish I had a picture on my computer, but the best one is on my mom's phone, but I'll post it soon. Nothing drastic, just subtle highlights and long bangs and layers. I'm *really* happy with it. Picture soon, I promise.

Also, I ordered a CF awareness bracelet from Fatboy and I LOVE it. He and his wife shipped it soon after I ordered it and it came when they predicted it would! That's better than most companies online! Follow the link and I encourage everyone to buy one! 25% goes to the CFF, so it's for a good cause too! I was anxious about buying one for fear of being labelled (this time with a bracelet) of being THAT KID with CF. That sick kid. After mulling over it for a few days I decided to throw my fears to the wind and order it. I feel so much more proud of myself now that I wear it than before. I'm not afraid to talk about it either. I talk with confidence knowing I am stomping CF into the ground with every breath I take. I'm winning and there's nothing it can do about it but fight back. Luckily, I'm a much better fighter.

Anyway, I reiterate that everyone should order a bracelet!

For some reason I've been having weird stomach issues. Not my usual stomach issues, but new issues. That's never good, but nothing too seriously worry about yet. Just not feeling fantastic in a new way. It comes and goes but when it wants to, it will take me out of life completely for a little while, mentally at least. It's all I can think about when it happens, it's so bad sometimes. Hopefully it won't come back.

Ok, I'm tired. Another day before I move back has passed. :]

-Annie

Win-Win situation

Today, I walked into a hair salon to get my (really long) hair chopped off. "I'd like it gone, please." The lady washes my hair, wraps it in a towel, and sits me down in her hair-cutting chair. She combs it out, thinks for a minute, and asks me a question I wasn't expecting: "Do you want to donate to Locks of Love?" I reply with a question of my own: "How short would that make my hair?" She points to my shoulder. "Around here." "Cut it."

So today, I donated 10 inches of my long, brown hair so some child will have a wig. The nice lady evened out what was left of my hair after exclaiming "Wow! You still have a lot of hair left!" *HUGE sigh of relief*


I'll be honest, that moment when she was adjusting the ponytail to the right length, right before she cut it, I got nervous. "What am I going to look like?" "This is totally outside of my comfort zone!" "What if I look funny?!" Then, once she started cutting it and it was a no-going-back situation, my thoughts cleared and I realized that the kids who are getting my hair, the kids who go through Chemo, are asking the same questions and saying the same things. "What am I going to look like? "This is totally outside of my comfort zone!" "What if I look funny?!" Then I knew I had done the right thing, and whether I loved my hair or hat.ed it with a passion, I helped someone else.

Turns out I *LOVE* my hair. So we both win. :]

-Andrea


From a few inches longer than this....

......to this!! 11+ inches cut off!

Haircut!

FINALLY! I got my hair cut. My split ends are gone, my hair is healthier, and I love it. I got some long layers put in, it frames my face, and bangs! Here's a picture.

Oh, and the colour is waaay off because I didn't use the flash, but it shows the layers better this way. So deal. lol

And on a side note, the dictionary that spell-checks everything I type doesn't recognize contractions (doesn't, didn't, etc.) as real words. Yay technology!


-Andrea