Whip My Hurr

I got my hair cut today! I think the last chop I had was right before my birthday in May. That means 7 months ago. My hair was at least mid-back length. I love my hair, but it was IMPOSSIBLE. It was like a bunch of rat nests strung together. So, I went to Jean-Pierre Salon on Newbury Street. My appointment was with Michelle, and she really seemed to understand the texture of my hair, unlike the last stylist I had.

Jean-Pierre was a sophisticated establishment and so easy to work with. I found a coupon in the Collegiate Couponbook for a $39 first-time cut. I called at 10 a.m., booked an appointment for 2 p.m., and was in and out by 3.

Above and below are the fulfillment of my need to shallowly document my new hair-do.

Musings

So guys sadly my hair didn't retain its curl after I washed it. It's still kind of wavy and I still think this is a hot haircut but if I forget that hairbrushes are a bad call and brush my hair, it transforms into Jennifer Aniston circa "the Rachel." But I'm still glad for the change.

Yesterday, Phyllis and I had dinner at a fairly new Rockford establishment, Granite City Brewery, which is located behind Cherry Vale. I'll write up a lil blurb about it later. It was good times. We realized the reason we are single is because we are strong-minded, blunt, independent young women. We do control things in the male department and until we find a smart, cute guy to match us, we're not going to pander and change our personalities for them. It's kind of hot to consider that guys would be afraid of us and our minds. I'm going to leave it at that. I'm not saying I can't have my summer fun (if that ever happens) or anything else . . . just I'm still going to speak my mind and be me.

Also, living at home is such a drag. I know, still ... stop complaining. But yesterday after I dined out for about 3 hours, my mom quizzed me about dinner. I told her what we ordered including beers. And she got really mad at me. Like I'm an alcoholic for having one beer with dinner. Like it even affected me. She say, "Why did you have that stuff???? It tastes so bad." When further questioned, she told me, "I don't know why young people think they can do whatever they want these days." My mother's menopausing so I'm going to forgive her for judging me like a crazy lady. I know she's just hating on the fact that I went out to dinner with a friend of mine and had fun and had a good drink. But still, it's lame to have to deal with. I want to be treated like a 22-year-old, not be trapped as an 18-year-old forever.

New look

The first part of my goal to beautify myself this summer is accomplished. I got a cute summer cut today, and if it continues looking like it did today, I'm gonna be hot. :) Sadly, I had my hair done up really cute today but had nowhere to go to have it be appreciated. Though I did go to a new Thai restaurant of all places in Machesney Park (twas surprisingly good), that was with my family so it doesn't count as being discovered.

Goal two is to get a temporary gym membership. I did some crunches like three days ago and my ab muscle has not recovered (I know, that's so sad), which makes me hesitant to do more. I think I need a real work-out.

Goal three is to meet some cool new people at the gym - I'm such a nerd and a romantic at the same time, it's kinda disgusting.

I'll put up some hurr shots tomorrow. Yay for a fresh new look! Now I just need a new wardrobe for when I start my future yet-to-b-offered job.