Msmonrad's Blog

I’ve had a breakthrough, people! I no longer feel the need to keep extraordinarily busy for fear of homesickness. As it turns out, I enjoy my naturally lazy nature. Sure, I like to do things and keep busy, but I enjoy more nights in than out. It’s been over a month, now, and I admit I sometimes miss having roommates. I wouldn’t mind social encounters while in the comfort of my own home. I miss not being able to be there for people who I know need it. One of my best friends is having a tough time back in ol’ Iowa and I desperately wish I was only a 4 hour drive away to do what I could to speed the healing process (I.E.- provide tequila relief, sombrero included).

Since I last blogged, I spent a Saturday night in Washington D.C. visiting a few college favorites. A 4-hour megabus trip really isn’t too bad, even though it usually turns into 5 hours. I also megabused it to Boston the next Saturday, so after a few trips I’ve decided I want one of those dorky neck pillows. I’m putting off my Shopping Day for a much needed Tiny Japanese Women Jumping on My Back Day to work out the knots I accumulated.

Don't be jealous of my J.Lo frames, or the hair it took an hour to straighten. But I'll miss it.

Also, I’m getting ready to go under the scissors. After years of growing my hair back out since I did my first Locks of Love chop, it’s about that time again. Sadly, I’ve waited so long I’m really attached to my long hair now. As pathetic as it is, I feel as though it;s my defining characteristic. It’s my most recognizable feature. A curly, lion’s mane of light brown hair with a few hints of my Mama’s ginger heritage peeking through. It’s low maintenance. It’s crazy. It does whatever it wants and I just have to roll with it. Sigh. A level of comfort has been reached, and really it’s just selfishness and vanity keeping me long locked now. I’m thinking something like one of these 2 photos, but will likely depend on however the stylist sees it. Yeeeks.

Sassy. I can do Funk, right?

Imagine less blonde, more nose, and a touch of goofy.

Well, Nathan Fillion is calling my name…rather, Rick Castle is. Wish I had more to report, but I’ve been slumming it, and rather enjoying it. And I’m pretty damn glad I’m done trying to validate moving out here by being constantly busy when I’m just as happy relaxing