So I did a thing. I chopped off my hair to donate it to cancer patients so that they could have wigs made for them. My friend Sam- who's now living with me by the way and I'll get to that later- did the same thing. The only difference is, I was growing my hair out for that exact purpose! And guess what? I'm doing it again! I'll keep the short hair for a wee bit, but yup, I'm growing it out again to donate it.
As somebody who is both anaemic and has a lack of white blood cells, I cannot give blood which has made me very upset in the past. BUT, I realized that the next best thing to donating blood was....HAIR! I can donate my hair! Hey, donating blood doesn't change your appearance- unless you're like me and you pass out and get all pale and stuff- and donating your hair totally does, but hair grows back, and I like having short hair anyway. So, at the age of fifteen, after having gotten a terrible hair cut and throwing a small fit, I came to that realization- the one that said "Oh my God, you'll be fine, hair grows back" (I was practically given a mullet)- and I decided that I would grow my hair out for a good cause. Cancer is as good a cause as any, am I right? And finally, five years (and many annoying haircuts forced on me by my mother to keep my hair 'looking healthy' and experimental hair dyes) later I have reached my goal! My hair was past my breasts, about two or three inches I'd say, and I was actually planning on growing it out down to my bum because I thought my hair wasn't long enough. I was wrong!!! The minimum is eight inches, and uhh...well my hair was very long, let's put it that way.
I'm happy as heck, and am proud of myself. So...there's that!
So, about Sam. Wellp, she's here to stay! She is the best person to have around the house ever- well to have around in general, really. We get along so well! We're both looking for jobs and are hoping to move out together and maybe even buy a small pig or a kitten as a pet. We're cool!
