What the hell, hair?

Every morning I wake up with hair out of a goddamn anime series. Apparently that's what the stylist who lives in my pillow thinks my look is. I have had it in many different styles, from Tezuka to Toriyama.

It's not just the crazy amount of loft and volume, it's also how it's sculpted into shapes and remains stiffly in it's new pose until thoroughly drowned in the shower.

Here's what it looked like this morning, though I'm not sure if the photos really do it justice.