Pieces of me

All right, I REALLY can't stand the song I used to title this entry, but it was fitting for today. Well, today I've been feeling incredibly good about myself. I just donated a foot of quality Alex-hair to Locks of Love. My stylist just made a footlong ponytail and then practically SAWED it off with a scissors and then styled it to make it presentable. I must say, this is the shortest I've had my hair (aside from when I was a baby) for as long as I can remember. It's actually kind of cute--it's like a shorter page-cut, and it curls up underneath. Didn't know that would happen, but I like the results and think I will get it again this way. Either that or I'll grow it long again to donate another foot of it. It's so much more manageable than the mane was and it doesn't even mess when I headbang! It's kind of funny--I normally don't consider myself to be self-absorbed, but I've been playing with the hair at its new length and flipping it around (and when I got home, I just wanted to show it off!).

I'm not trying to sound self-righteous, but I swear, you've got bits and pieces of Alex going everywhere! I give my blood every three months (although I can't do it until September because of my recent piercing), I've given plasma at the plasma drive, and I've got the organ donor on my drivers license. And now the hair. Guess if I can't be of use to people, then pieces of me should be!