"I want to make babies and it's taking too long!"

I ran out of inspiration to blog guys, I am so sorry.

So, I was thinking to myself how much my hair changes and I decided to do a memoir to my hair.

I know I have so many years missing since I can't find any...

Also, don't judge when you see my....not so attractive stage in life.

(I'm a present!)

(Ready for school a few years early)

(Don't remember this at all)

(Nor this)

(Heather, if you want me to take this out I glady will for your sake.)

(I wish my hair still looked like this naturally)

(KITTY!)

(CHICKIES!)

(I haven't ridden a quad in forever.)

(Freezing water....)

(8th grade graduation candid shot)

(Freshman hair. Longest hair I ever had. I miss it. RIP)

(Pyramid. It hurt so bad falling.)

(A huge spider fell on me after this picture, while I was oblivious.)

(Lauren, in Duffel, not doing our work.)

(Stefani did my hair.)

(Right before I chopped it off!)

(Our sexy faces)

(Kandie and I, last day of Journalism)

(Natural hair)

(Senior picture! That ONE piece of hair on the left bugs me sooo much!)


Rest in piece long hair, RIP.

"Jacob Black is so hot you could bake cookies on him!"

I am no longer allowed to curl my hair on Fridays.

Apparently Derek [a football player] has noticed a correlation to football games and my hair.

Whenever I straighten my hair, Live Oak wins.

If I curl my hair, Live Oak loses.

I am now Derek's good luck charm... or technically Live Oak's good luck charm.

They just don't know it yet.

Old Lady: "Is that Emily's real hair?" Mom: "Yes." Old Lady: "Oh, I thought it was a wig."

I was in the bathroom, finishing curling my hair. Still drowsy from my AMAZING one hour nap at 6:40am. (TGIW!)

I pick up my hair spray and check to see if it's working and it sprayed:

AHHHHH!!!!

Right in the kisser!

It hurt.

It burned.

Real bad.