a/n: Lyrics are from "Cut Your Hair" by Pavement.
We had just gotten to the part where Barbra Streisand tells Robert Redford that she's pregnant when Claudia jumped up suddenly and grabbed her purse.
"Pause the movie, okay? I'm going to the bathroom," she said.
"Um, okay," I replied. While she was in there, I looked around the room and decided that the picutre hanging over the tv was looking a little crooked. When I got up to fix it, I ended up knocking over the popcorn.
So when Claudia emerged from the bathroom, I was bent over picking up stray popcorn pieces. She started to sing.
"Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair/Do you think it's gonna make him change?/'I'm just a boy with a new haircut'/And that's a pretty nice haircut." Her voice sounded even more wavery than usual, but then again, Claudia can't sing anyway.
I laughed. "Claud, you know you're tone--" Then I turned around and gasped.
Claudia had, indeed, cut her hair. Her hair had always been her crowning glory. It was long, shiny, and jet black; Claudia was constantly doing interesting things with it.
And this was certainly interesting.
Gone was all the length. She'd cut off, I say, about a good 2 feet: her hair was now up to about her ears and had choppy layers. It looked _good_, and it made sense that Claudia had made it look good since she is such a fantastic artist. It still looked incredibly different though, and her new look would take some getting used to.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked me, laughing, but sounding a little shaky.
"It looks really good on you, but sooo different," I said, laughing along with her.
"Yeah, I know. I needed a change though," she replied.
I raised my eyebrows. "But earlier you said that things were changing too much."
"Things around me are changing, but I haven't--hadn't--changed a bit."
"I suppose so," I said. I considered Claudia's statement for a minute. Had I, too, gotten into a state of stagnancy?
"Maybe I should cut my hair. I need a change too," I suggested, only half-kidding.
Claudia shook her head vigorously. "I don't think my haircut would work with your style."
"You're probably right. But really, you did a nice job."
Claudia shrugged. "All in a day's work. Now, back to the movie."
We had just gotten to the part where Barbra Streisand tells Robert Redford that she's pregnant when Claudia jumped up suddenly and grabbed her purse.
"Pause the movie, okay? I'm going to the bathroom," she said.
"Um, okay," I replied. While she was in there, I looked around the room and decided that the picutre hanging over the tv was looking a little crooked. When I got up to fix it, I ended up knocking over the popcorn.
So when Claudia emerged from the bathroom, I was bent over picking up stray popcorn pieces. She started to sing.
"Darlin' don't you go and cut your hair/Do you think it's gonna make him change?/'I'm just a boy with a new haircut'/And that's a pretty nice haircut." Her voice sounded even more wavery than usual, but then again, Claudia can't sing anyway.
I laughed. "Claud, you know you're tone--" Then I turned around and gasped.
Claudia had, indeed, cut her hair. Her hair had always been her crowning glory. It was long, shiny, and jet black; Claudia was constantly doing interesting things with it.
And this was certainly interesting.
Gone was all the length. She'd cut off, I say, about a good 2 feet: her hair was now up to about her ears and had choppy layers. It looked _good_, and it made sense that Claudia had made it look good since she is such a fantastic artist. It still looked incredibly different though, and her new look would take some getting used to.
"Well, what do you think?" she asked me, laughing, but sounding a little shaky.
"It looks really good on you, but sooo different," I said, laughing along with her.
"Yeah, I know. I needed a change though," she replied.
I raised my eyebrows. "But earlier you said that things were changing too much."
"Things around me are changing, but I haven't--hadn't--changed a bit."
"I suppose so," I said. I considered Claudia's statement for a minute. Had I, too, gotten into a state of stagnancy?
"Maybe I should cut my hair. I need a change too," I suggested, only half-kidding.
Claudia shook her head vigorously. "I don't think my haircut would work with your style."
"You're probably right. But really, you did a nice job."
Claudia shrugged. "All in a day's work. Now, back to the movie."