Megan stop doing that
I am a hair-twister. Anyone will tell you that: my students, who point it out in class. My hairdresser, who sighs very strenuously every eight weeks. Most of all, Christopher and our friend Jeff. The three of us go to movies a lot (yes, we saw War of the Worlds. Yes, it was awesome. I feel really bad about that, 'cause I wanted to sign the 10,000 person-strong online petition about protesting the movie because of what Tom Cruise said about Brooke Shields. Also, he's just annoying lately. But I still went to see it and it was awesome and I feel mildly guilty in the same way I do if I need a cup of coffee and BAM there's a Starbucks [which is actually more because I think their coffee tastes really burnt than I do my whole Trying Not to Support Big Corporations thing] but at the end of the day, let's all just lighten up, shall we?) and I sit between the two of them (I hold the popcorn) and once the movie starts, I twist my hair. On the right side. And then whichever guy is on my right will gently take my hand and put it in my lap. So then I twist the left. And then the guy on that side will move my hand. And this goes on and on, and I'm unconscious of it, and they've conspired together on this, and it's surprising that I'm not yet bald. But the point is, I've been hanging out with my cousin Aaron and he ALSO TWISTS HIS HAIR! Can I blame genetics for this one?