The Great Bang Disaster of 2008

So I went to the salon yesterday asking for “just a trim” and somehow walked out looking like I raided the costume closet of a Tim Burton movie. I SPECIFICALLY said just clean up the ends, maybe take an inch off. Did I mention bangs? I did NOT mention bangs.

The Great Bang Disaster of 2008

The stylist was like “oh these will really bring out your eyes!” and I was too shocked to protest. Now I look like a haunted Victorian child who’s seen too much. I literally told my roommate I wasn’t leaving my dorm room until they grew out.

Plot twist: I had coffee with Jake this morning because apparently my dramatic declarations last about twelve hours. He said they’re “quirky” which is boy code for “unfortunate but you’re still cute.” I’m choosing to take it as a compliment. Also, my mom called them “very Zooey Deschanel” so maybe I’m just ahead of the trend? Right? RIGHT?