After posting so many philosophical thoughts, I figured that you the reader deserved something more lighthearted. Firstly, I finally went to get my hair cut. I told the woman cutting my hair to leave less than half an inch on the sides and about an inch on the top. She understood me properly about the sides, but only cut off an inch on the top. I didn't have the heart or the will-power to correct her and decided that it would probably be good for me to have a new hairstyle anyway. Unfortunately, when I got home I couldn't decide how to style my long-on-top, short-on-the-sides hair. Thus, this afternoon, having no Greek homework and trying to amuse myself while my wife completed a free-lance graphic design project, I experimented with several different hairdos. So, without any further ado...The many faces of Marc Hong.*
I like to call this one the faux-hawk. Or the unicorn.
This is the plain, ordinary part to one-side style.
This is the "I could kill you with my pinky" style. My music teachers always said I was a tenor, but I could swear that I'm a "Soprano."
This isn't really a style. It's just to show you how long the hair on top is as opposed to the sides.
On another note, I broke a guitar string today, after having strung my guitar a mere two weeks ago. And of course, the string I broke was, you guessed it, the G-string. It's the only string I've ever broken. Which means that every time I break a string I can say to my wife: "Hey honey, I just broke my G-string." To which she simply responds by rolling her eyes.+
*A note to all wives or future wives: this is what happens when your husband has too much time on his hands. You have been warned.
+I thank God every day that my wife is a patient woman.
