Hair

It's been a pretty cool last couple of days. Since I last wrote, we've gone out and picked and canned tomatoes, hosted a cookout and of course, gone to the beach. There's a few other things in there too. I've also attempted to do something I haven't done in 2 1/2 years- straighten my hair. Thats right. I've been rockin' the fro since February of my freshman year. Since then my hair has gone from boy short to full and fabulous. It's been natural (pretty much) since that fateful day that I decided to lop it all off and start afresh. So, what possessed me to suddenly want to turn back the hands of time? Relax. I wasn't gone put any chemicals in or or anything. Yep, instead I set out to perform the tedious task by hand with a flat iron. It might not sound too scary, but when you've got a head full of nothing but swirl and curl- course at that, its a different story. Anyway, thats the gist of it. But that's not the actual story. See, being the bright and frighteningly clever young lady that I am, I decided to straighten my hair on the wettest, rainiest day I've experienced yet here at La Rocca. Not to mention, air circulation around here is received "au naturale" aka by opening the windows. So not only is it all wet outside, but I'm doing my hair with the window wide open letting all the moisture come in. So it wasn't long before the sections of my hair I had so carefully straightened turned once again, into a poofy mass. And it didn't help that soon after I proceeded to take a shower. Yeah, real smart. Needless to say my first attempt at transforming my curly fro into long locks failed- miserably. Oh well, I suppose I'll try again. Stay tuned...