When I was really young I decided it was time for a haircut. My mom was out running some errands, so I took it upon myself to do it. When my mom got home, she freaked out to discover that I had cut all of the hair along my face as short as possible, but had failed to cut anything else. She ended up having to nearly shave my head to even everything out, informed me that short hair made me look like I had dark rings around my eyes, and told me that I didn't look good with really short hair.
Well I've been in need of a haircut recently, and today I steeled myself enough to overcome my enduring psychological fear of cutting my own hair (I might screw it up!). I borrowed an electric hair trimmer from a guy down the hall and pulled the hallway trashcan into my room. With my implements ready, I set to work. Good times! The only problem was the definition along the neck, but luckily K-Dubs was chilling in my room, so he helped me out without incident.
I'm not going to post any photos because I can't do self-portraits. Just imagine me with less hair. Or here, have a diagram: