Man, my hair is getting pretty long. A while back McSteve and I made one of those whimsical resolutions; "Let's grow our hair out long," as if we both shared a head of hair which had its style controlled democratically.

Since then, it's been sort of a contest to see whose hair is longest on any given day. McSteve wins every time. I have numerous theories about this, and why his hair appear to grow faster (including one involving a hair-growth solution made from peanut butter). To my credit, mine is certainly longer all-around, and far more unkempt, while his looks more like Clark Kent.

The rest of this article is about hair. My hair to be exact. It's kinda like one of those pre-teen girl's blogs about like, what to wear, and OMG what color of nail polish to use. Except in this article I'm not a pre-teen girl. I'm still just me.

It's late enough (4:15am) that you've gotten me talking about hair.

So the question now is what to do with it? It's getting long enough that it's in my face all the time. I've always wanted to have long hair, just to say I've had it, and so I'm driven to let it continue to grow. At the same time, girls look at me funny and parents shield their children's eyes from my unwieldy mane.

Speaking of parents, last time I was in town my parents commented that my hair looked good. I am suspicious that they were using reverse psychology to get me to cut it because I've never known my mom to approve of long hair on boys. At any rate, parental approval is usually a sign that your hair style is either 30 years out of date or just really nerdy. I guess it could also be a sign that your parents are hip and with it, but that scenario is not likely.

One thing I like is that having semi-long hair sets me out from the Happy Valley crowd. Everyone around here has this short summer-sales haircut. I keep imagining to myself that there are some hot girls out there that like longer hair and 5 O'clock shadows on boys, and that I'm like a diamond in the rough to those girls. This theory has yet to be proven.

Having long hair is like a blank canvas. I open myself up to all sorts of possibilities in regards to style. I can have an awesome mohawk, a mullet, a flat-top (Kid n' Play style), or any number of styles that you'd usually have to wait for your hair to grow out. This makes it seem lik cutting it all off might be a waste. Why cut it off when I could have a mullet?

I 'spose at some point I'm going to have to give up my homeless guy image. Long messy hair, never clean shaven, living in cardboard boxes under the viaduct, etc.

The real ultimate way to decide what to do with my hair is a democratic vote. But in this vote, the only participants are hot girls (my target demographic). If anyone can come up with some sort of voting machine that can verify female hotness, please let me know.