i give hair, not blood.

sandy: i want a bob
vince: that could be interesting...that could work. but are you ready to take off that much?
sandy: ahhh stop asking me! i can't decide!
vince: how about we move slowly up to short bob?
sandy: but will i be able to give my hair to charity?
vince: *gets out ruler* no, not at that length
sandy: never mind. let's cut it all the way.

...and that is how i came to have a bob.

i've been dying to cut my hair short for a while now, especially because i am addicted to pulling out my split ends whenever and wherever. it is really not the coolest thing to be in a meeting and pulling out your split ends. therefore i decided that bob was the way to go, especially because fall would be a good time where i didn't mind if my hair was not entirely able to be swept off my face.

of course, summer seems to have returned now that i have cut my hair short. go figure.

alex and i went to check out dSLRs this morning, and i think we're going to have to order one soon. i'm tres excited. after lunch, battled the BTS crowd at the eaton centre - mainly to get a straightener for my 'sleek bob' look - but ended up wandering into the throngs of crazy females ranging from ages 8 - 80 in aritzia. i emerged unscarred and victorious, with the cutest jumper dress for fall :)

just another chill sunday...addicted to kettlecorn.