According to my hair dresser, some people couldn't even grow their hair that long if they tried. I felt accomplished and superior when she informed me of this. Like, "Take that bitches who can't grow their hair past their shoulders".
I think I could probably grow mine that long, but my arm might not reach long enough to brush it properly :S An odd complaint, I know, arm length, but you gotta think of the practicalities when it comes to hair, haven't you?
hah no i kept it up it a ponytail the whole time and stuck like 500 bobby pins in it its down a little past my shoulders now after like 4 weeks and ionly have to use like 5 pins now
Bobby pins are a great invention. I got my hair cut fairly recently, and when I wanted to wear it up, I had to use sooo many, but they worked great! I now only need a few.
one time i grew my hair really long, like to my but almost because i wanted to cut it and donate it to Locks of Love. And they need to cut like 13 inches off, so I went in there with super long hair, and when I left I had hair like just above my shoulders. It was weird to get used to, but o well, at least it was for a good cause!
yeah i donated to locks of love before they only had to cut 10 inchs off mine........i want to do it again but ive dyed my hair so many times that they wont take it if i sent it in
Aww! I've always wanted to do that, but my hair never was long enough. My friend's brother's friend would grow his hair out really long, then donate it, then repeat it all over again.
Mhmm, I'm sure it does. I don't do much donating for some reason, but when they have a thing to donate toys during Christmas time, and things like that that are like right there, I always try to donate at least a little. It always make me feel good
Aw you guys who donated your hair are fantastic. I plan on doing it in the Summer (it'll be the first time i've done more than trim my hair in eleven years) as well. I just remember how insanely shitty I felt at the idea of my sister and I being hairless (well, her bald, me shaved) and we were lucky to get out of it with a non-cancer diagnosis, whereas a bunch of other people aren't.
Oddly enough, I'll probably be more distressed at the idea of cutting my hair than letting someone stick a big ass needle in my arm and draining me of half a litre of my blood (I fucking love blood donation. It's so awesome).
Ugh... Cause I'm an idiot? It's a really long messed up story. I guess the readers digest version is I lost a guy I never had. It's so dumb. we met on a trip, and had a really great time (if you catch my drift) Then we kinda liked each other, but live really far apart So we planned a trip together to get to know each other better And then we decided we don' tlike each other Which really put a damper on the trip
I told him today I didn't wanna go with him anymore. And now I feel bad about that.
It's way more complicated than that, It's been dragging out for like a month and a half, but that's the cliff notes.
My Dad donates blood platlets. When I'm old enough, I really want to donate blood. The good thing is I don't mind needles...I actually like them
lol i don't LIKE needles, but I don't dislike them either. I love walking out of the donating van with a big ass bandage around my arm and a heart shaped lollipop. It's a fantastic feeling. Like, "I've been drained of half a litre of my blood and saved three lives today, what did you do, biatch?"
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An odd complaint, I know, arm length, but you gotta think of the practicalities when it comes to hair, haven't you?
Did you like it afterwords?
My friend's brother's friend would grow his hair out really long, then donate it, then repeat it all over again.
Why the sad face?
Oddly enough, I'll probably be more distressed at the idea of cutting my hair than letting someone stick a big ass needle in my arm and draining me of half a litre of my blood (I fucking love blood donation. It's so awesome).
When I'm old enough, I really want to donate blood. The good thing is I don't mind needles...I actually like them
Ugh... Cause I'm an idiot?
It's a really long messed up story.
I guess the readers digest version is I lost a guy I never had.
It's so dumb. we met on a trip, and had a really great time (if you catch my drift)
Then we kinda liked each other, but live really far apart
So we planned a trip together to get to know each other better
And then we decided we don' tlike each other
Which really put a damper on the trip
I told him today I didn't wanna go with him anymore.
And now I feel bad about that.
It's way more complicated than that,
It's been dragging out for like a month and a half,
but that's the cliff notes.
When I'm old enough, I really want to donate blood. The good thing is I don't mind needles...I actually like them
lol i don't LIKE needles, but I don't dislike them either. I love walking out of the donating van with a big ass bandage around my arm and a heart shaped lollipop. It's a fantastic feeling. Like, "I've been drained of half a litre of my blood and saved three lives today, what did you do, biatch?"