Decisions, Decisions

I had been thinking for some time about cutting my hair. This thinking was motivated by the fact that after spending more time than I wanted to doing it, I generally felt that the result was less than exciting. Over Christmas, the announcement that we would be taking family pictures pushed me over the edge. I ended up going to a salon late in the evening the night before the photography session, and, since I was in a hurry, I left with my hair wet. This turned out to be a mistake, because once I had it dried and straightened the next day, I realized that not only had the stylist not done what I wanted, she had also cut the layers on one side of my head significantly higher than on the other side. It was too late to fix it for the pictures, however, and we were so busy with various Christmas frivolities that there wasn't a great chance to go back later either.

So, I came back home without ever going in to demand that they fix my retarded haircut, and now I am left with the decision: should I go have my hair re-cut shorter, but better, or should I just wait it out for a few months and then go get the haircut I wanted in the first place? It's times like these when it would be nice to be a boy.