I just lost my stain of thought

Goodbye my loverrr. I chopped off all my hair on Sunday. The hairstylist guy was pretty amazing because he totally cut my hair in about ten minutes. He did it with such artfulness, too. I bet he could cut the hair of ten people in one hour. Craziness! It hasn’t totally kicked in yet, but I’m liking it. It’s so easy to maintain! The last time my hair was this short was eightish years ago! Haven’t decided where that ponytail’s going to go yet. Thinking about making it into a wig for my friend for Christmas. I’m sure he’ll love it.

Conversation about haircut with cousin went something like this:
L: Donating your hair? That probably wouldn’t sit well with Chinese people. You know, they’re really superstitious.
Me: Huh
L: Like, you know, there’s those people…Like, they can do magic with anything that belonged to you. They can use your hair and cast spells on you and stuff.
Me: Like voodoo?
L: Yeah, exactly! All they need is one thread of your hair. Those people can put curses on you and make you always feel like you’re surrounded with this evil presence.
Me: OMG why are you telling me this? I don’t want to hear about voodoo.
L: That’s not all. They might also make dolls of you and poke needles in it and stuff and you won’t be able to control it!
Me: That’s really freaky. I just wanted to do something nice. I would think kids in need would be a little more appreciative than that and not perform voodoo on me.

PS Random thought, but why does the polar bear in The Golden Compass sound just like Aslan from Narnia? Coincidence?