The Haircut

So . . . I got my haircut. Which, is, like, so not that big of a deal. But it was a little-bit big deal for me because it's a bit shorter than I originally planned. But oh-so-cute! I really like it! But . . . short!
Lemme explain. When I was about 4, my mom took me to a new hair-cutter-lady who promised to make my hair look So Cute. Well, don't ask me where my mom was in the middle of all this to stop the Butchering, but suffice it to say, I came out with The Haircut of Horror. Ya'll, my ears kinda stick out, and the haircut was basically a bowl-cut, with the hair cutting off just above my ears . . . . I looked like a Boy with ears the size of elephants'. It was AWFUL. I felt soooo ugly. At the age of four. Anyway, in response to this trauma, I have had my hair long ever since, except briefly in college when I cut it all off for Locks of Love.
Anyway, so I went to Paul Mitchell The School yesterday, where they give haircuts cheap b/c the people are just students, so for $15 I got a massage, a haircut, styling, and a little more personal contact with my stylist than I would have liked. Admittedly, the massage part was a bit of a surprise. When he started running his hands through my nasty, dirty hair I almost freaked. But that pales in comparison to the part where he Massaged My Face, folding a hot washclothe over my face, with a little hole for my nose, and then rubbing my jaw. I think I would have liked it better if I had known this was going to happen . . .
Overall, a two thumbs up experience! (Except I wish he would learn to cut people's hair without pressing his groin against their arms. But he's only a student, so maybe they haven't covered that part of the syllabus yet.) Now the question is, should I post the pictures of my haircut . . . ?