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I need a haircut.

I need pictures to mimic said needed haircut.

I tried cutting my own hair in the mirror, with normal scissors.

My roomate thinks I am mentally slow.

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Today I played some fucking rad game that one of my house mates showed us. Basically, you have a cup, and you clap your hands, kind of like "STOMP!", except, much more lame.

You do a series of hand claps and cup hits and then pass the cup to your left in a circle, it's amazing.

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Slowly my favourite SGs list is being taken over by girl who have hair that suits my fancy.

Zak and Charlie are there mostly for that reason. Josie used to be there for that reason as well, but now I just enjoy having her up there.

Ges is up there for a different reason, I don't remember why, but I'd feel bad if I took her down for no good reason.

Poison: Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabbwerwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!

He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arm, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
He chortled in his joy.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Nuff said.