Act of Desperation

Today I did what some might very well consider an act of desperation.

Let me back up a bit. About a month or so ago while I was in Alabama I was in great need of a hair cut. Well not really knowing where to go, I made the hasty decision to go to a mall. Not the best idea I've ever had. I wouldn't say I came out of there with a BAD haircut, well maybe I would, but I had made the mistake of asking for layers, which this girl obviously didn't know how to do. My hair was all sorts of lengths, and far from being even. Well, I didn't really care too much at that point because atleast it was back in regs. But recently it has been getting longer and, with all that unevenness, has been quite impossible to do anything with. I have taken to wearing a hat a lot. And it finally is back to the point where it's too long to be in uniform, but I couldn't pull it back because parts of it were too short, and it was just a pain. But I have no idea where to get a haircut around here so -
Here comes the desperation part:
I cut it myself.

A great haircut? probably not, but I'm actually quite impressed with myself.
Better than an Alabama mall cut? Sadly, yes