So. First blog post. I wish I had something unbelievably epic, but. Nah xD not really. If you want the meaty stuff head to my xanga blog, the one I use regularly.
Mum pet the sides of me head today. She said, although it feels wicked, that to "Please please please" not shave it again. Not that she has a problem with it, she's just sick of hearing my dad bitch about it. Apparantly it's "immature", and I'm being "stupid". Although I have clearly stated that the only reason he thinks it's "dated" is because not many people have enough balls to wear a mohawk, nevermind FEMALES.
Just want to give huge kudos to the other chicks out there with hawks. You have dared to break social stigmas and suffered some sort of badgery for it. I'm not entirely used to having as many people stare at my head as I am now. The funny thing is, when I get yelled at I can barely understand what they're saying, as they usually only have enough ego to do it from a moving car XD
"FREAK..." ..."Kara, that dude just yelled at you." ..."Really? What'd he say?"
Half the time I'm not even sober enough to give a shit HAH. Fuckin' judgmental bastards. Like, I'm so glad you have taken the time out of your severely shortened life to make some comment at me. WOW. How did you survive this far?!
Anyway. I told dad he'd just have to get used to it, but I agreed to not shave it so short next time. That wasn't on purpose anyway XD had some miscommunications with the shaver and bam. Hello scalp. But now, since it's gonna grow out with natural colour that gives me some exciting dying possibilities ^-^ any suggestions? Gotta keep it darker cause I have to hide it on occasion, but yais. Thoroughly enjoying the hawk. Mostly it's seeing peoples true mindsets.
Dad: "Don't you care about what people think when they see you with hair like that?!"
Me: "No...and isn't that the point?"
Life goes on. Love my dad, but we're damn stubborn both of us XD comes with being Scottish. He'll eventually realize I'm not doing it because I'm "immature" or because it's a "phase" but rather because I've finally determined who I am and where I'm going. I change when I want to change and what I want to change, and never will I fit clearly into the boundries.
I'm not a punk. I'm not a goth. These are two terms I'm generally pegged with, besides retard kids who think everything and everyone is "emo". They literally will yell this at just about anyone. But yeah. I wear what I like. I like to mix it up, but I float between styles and mishmash them. Take what you like out of life. Create something that's you, and live for you only. I'm used to being criticized, in many ways in my life.
Trick is to not give a shit. And it amazes me the extent of the things people will obsess and get angry over.
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