Patience

You know what's terrible about growing your hair out? Wanting to cut your hair everyday. Having grand delusions that if you just cut your hair, you would look EXACTLY like Jean Seberg in Breathless (pictured above from aestheticalterations.blogspot.com) and feel like a million bucks all the time.

Now, I'm aware that I will not look like Jean Seberg if I cut my hair. Even though I have a striped shirt, and am awfully good and holding a rolled-up piece of paper. But there's just something about having short hair that I always want. I've had a pixie haircut at least three times in my life (that I can recall), yet within a few months--or a few weeks in some cases--I'm dutifully growing it out because I want to look like Rapunzel.

Methinks there's some kind of lesson here in being happy with what you have when you have it. However, I'm too busy imagining myself as that doll whose hair you can instantly lengthen and shorten with just one tug to really flesh it out.

C'MON, SPRING

Hurry up, weather. I'm tired of boots. Yes, these are Born sandals, otherwise known as the shoe brand that I make fun of my mom for wearing. But they're cushy! And spring/summery! GIVE ME NOW.

Vacation (all I ever wanted)

This pic came from a site called hollywoodteenmovies.com. Yup, must remember to visit that more often.

My boyfriend and I are headed to the Oregon coast for a few days, so while it won't look anything like Beach Blanket Bingo, it will be a great excuse to relax and scream "spring break!" every 10 minutes. My beachwear includes a cardigan, leggings, and rain boots. Oregon, I love you! Hopefully I'll have all sorts of stories upon my return. It's more likely that I'll just have lots of taffy, but we'll see.

Business pajamas

Sometimes, when you're an intern, you feel like you can break the office dress code a little more often than the people that actually get paid when they're sick and can't work. Enter: business pajamas.

Part 1: Take a cotton pajama slip (ugh, I hate the word "chemise" so much, even though I think that's what it's called in real life).

Part 2: Put a shirt and a cardigan over it.

Part 3: Go to work and snicker about how much you're breakin' the dress code law.

Too bad I work in Portland in a fairly casual office, which means that people wear blankets when they're cold and sometimes don't have shoes on. At least the internet can appreciate my rebellion.

Also, a very happy anniversary to my lovely parents!

She bangs!

Bangs = excuse for a webcam picture a week after the cut. Done by me, and evened out by my boyfriend. In addition to singing the overlooked Ricky Martin song all the time now, I oscillate between feeling like this classy lady and this other one.

Keepin' it special!

See, when I don't blog for weeks, it's not because I'm uninspired or forgetful--I'm just keeping the blog special! If I did it with any regularity, it would just be a letdown, right? I vote yes.

In the past few weeks, it was confirmed that A) Natalie Portman DID wear a (terribly boring) purple Rodarte dress to the Oscars, B) I don't do well when my computer gets a virus and it takes longer than 24 hours to prepare, C) I am able to get a second job (in a library, too! Yippee skippee!), and D) Portland's gre(a)y weather is getting to me.

When I lived in IL, I loved a good rainy day. It was a nice excuse to not do anything and eat warm food while huddled under a blanket. Unfortunately, when you have 280-odd days of rain/gre(a)y weather a year, not doing anything and eating warm food while huddled under a blanket all the time is called a deep depression. Rats. To cure this, I'm trying to jump on the bandwagon of seasonal brights. Who doesn't love a good Honeysuckle, Pantone's 2011 color of the year! Sidenote: How I would LOVE to sit in on these meetings, debating the merits of kumquat over turquat, or whatever they choose to name their official colors.

So far, transitioning my wardrobe of largely black, grey, taupe, and sometimes red (pow! a pop of color!) is proving to be a little difficult, but I have hope that I'll soon be looking like Carmen Miranda. I just need an extra banana.