I just got my hair cut! *crowd cheers*
HUZZAH!
I went to a salon called "Ulta". My mother also got hers cut with me.
of course, she got the good hairstylist, and I got the feminine edward scissor (minus the talent)

She cut and burned herself numerous times with the scissors and flat iron. i wouldn't be surprised if i found shades of red in my hair.
When washing my hair, her sharp-as-the-devil's-pitchfork-like-nails did havoc on my scalp. I felt like a tiger was placed in the wishy-washy-wet parts of my hair and was scratching at my head like 2 skinny blondes fighting over a saltine cracker.
While dying my hair, my left ear was drenched in blueish blackish hair dye. She to tried to clear it by getting a washcloth socked in alcohol and shoved her pointy finger into my ear. Painful, no. Awkward, yes. (imagine, some random stranger sticking their oddly shaped finger into your ear with a wet object wrapped around it... terrific)
She also didn't like listening to me.
-example one:
Stylist: "did you want some water?"
Eva: "no im fine"
(5 mins later)
Stylist: "water?"
Eva: "erm... no i'm fine."
(10 mins later)
Stylist: *bring out water bottle* "here's that water you wanted"
Eva: "....yes.... thats exactly what i wanted.."
-example two:
Stylist: "so do you want me to cut your bangs?"
Eva: "no they're fine."
Stylist: "so i'm textureising them?"
Eva: "no."
stylist: "ok ill textureise them."
Eva: "no you're not-"
*bangs already cut*
Eva: "...."

In the end, My mother looked like a bad-ass rocker mom with short spiked hair, and I looked like an old female ukrainian war captain with a bolder-like hair cut with poofed a 80's teased up hair in the back of my head and sleek black hair... With fucked up bangs. =-=
as soon as i got home, i ran into the bathroom, got out the magical brush and flat iron and fixed everything up. Honestly, I liked it ALOT more better after i tampered with it (wouldn't you?)

I'm happy with my hair decision but there is one thing i realized while getting my hair cut..

=-=..... i'm a wuss.