this is my normal routine on days when my hair proves to be too difficult to manage- i sit back and watch everyone dressing up for college. In the midst of all the bustle (what with all of them wanting to look into the same mirror at the same time, try on the same new lipstick,....) a friend looks at me and asks me to atleast comb my hair. i grin back at her and say that i've already tried combing it twice. she then gives me an exasperated look and goes back to her make-up while i think to myself, "what the heck! who cares..."