A New Phase

I'm going to cut off almost all my shoulder length black hair for a short pixie cut a la Halle Berry and Natalie Portman tomorrow.

My appointment is set for 10 am tomorrow. And nothing will stop me, despite my brother and grandmother's attempts to keep me from cutting it because I have "good hair." As though my hair will be any less good when its short. And they should be glad that I'm not going any shorter because I was considering pulling an Amber Rose,

but the barber convinced me not to. But I'm absolutely going to go that low eventually. I think every woman should shave her head at least once in her life. Not because she is having a Britney moment -- you don't have to be going through a breakdown to shave your head -- but to grow stronger. More women need to realize that like India Arie sang we are "not our hair". And we can be just as strong, powerful, or even more so, without it.But thats just my humble opinion.
But anyway, I'll leave you with this great video from India Arie and Pink:

 

Wish me luck! 

And sorry that I've missing in action for the past... what, five months? Been very busy. And now my final year on uni has started its going to be even crazier. Actually, I'm supposed to be preparing two presentations now but I wanted to tell y'all about my hair before I did it.

This is the beginning of a new phase of my life, and I'm cutting my hair off to represent the greater strength and increased independence I have in my life. Plus I can't be working on my thesis and be blowing my straggly hair out of my eyes every two minutes. Truth be told, this is the main reason I'm hacking it off. My annoying unruly hair is the bane of my existence right now. It needs to go. I'm sure I'll feel much lighter and fresher and newer after!

Chronicles: A mockery is made of the best laid plans.

Disclaimer: Pic compliments of yallin.com

   I had a plan of how I wanted the first day of the new semester to unfold. I was going to fall asleep at 8.30 pm the night before so I could awake the next day all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I would hop out of bed refreshed and hopeful, ready to meet what would be a great day.

   Yes, I had decided to grip September by the horns and make the most out of it. This would be the beginning of a new era for the Misnomer. A new month, a new attitude, a new positive outlook on Life.

   However, even though I duly clambered into bed at 8.30 pm, I didn't fall asleep till after twelve...Mainly because I soon clambered out of bed to eat double chocolate chip ice-cream and reminisce on what had been a great, lazy summer.