Cold Hands, Warm Heart

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Nome, Alaska, United States
After getting burned out teaching high school in a tiny Alaskan town, I have moved on to being a child advocate in a small Alaskan town. The struggles are similar, but now I can buy milk at the store.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Hair, day 3

For some reason, it was today, on Day 3 of this ridiculous hairdo, that people have started questioning my motives for this hair. The two choices I got were: Are you being fashionable, or are you rebelling.

I was unaware that those were my only two options.

Warren, on the other hand, thinks I look like a blueberry eating seagull pooped on my head. Thanks Warren, thanks.

So, after a couple washes, here is the current look:


And when it's not pulled back:

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