So…it’s been about 3 months since I took on the “Korean Pop Star Hair” challenge. And…so how’s the progress, you ask?
Let’s just say that there’s a reason why it’s for Koreans. And pop stars. I am neither.
I woke up yesterday morning with a big puffball on my head, hair shooting in all directions, and I almost freaked at the sight in the mirror. My hair looked like it just survived a tornado.
Then I walked out to the kitchen, only to be greeted by my parents. With downright laughter. They laughed so hard they cried. My mom offered me $75 to get it cut at Beverly Hills. I was quite tempted. My hair is outrageous, and it’s tickling my eardrums.
I don’t even know why I agreed to this. Either way, I lose. If I cut it now, I’m a quitter. But the longer I continue this, the longer I’ll be single. At this point, it’s just trying to prove him wrong. A pride thing. I’m starting to think I got the raw end of this deal.
Here’s my Bi pose:
This was the goal:
Not even close. And I got another 6 weeks…sigh. It’s going to be a lonely holiday season.
Just do yourself a favor and go watch Ninja Assassin.