So, yes, I took the big plunge. My hair is now, currently, and for the forseeable couple of months, quite short indeed.

I waffled on it all day leading up to my 4:00 appointment. It's one thing to say "I'm going to hack it all off!" on a day when your hair looks like shit; quite another to actually do it on a fabulous hair day. Yeah, my hair looked grrr-eat today. I had to take a before shot with my face screwed up like this: :/ I was kinda in mourning.

And I considered skipping out on the appointment. I pinned my hair up and wondered what I would look like if my hair were actually that short. I told myself Keri Russell's beautiful hair was still beautiful one-inch long. And then I realized, yeah, but she has a freaking cute face and small features, and you can't do that with my big-ass nose. And then I thought, my god, get over it you vain wuss.

So I went and saw Denise -- she's cut my hair before, though she did not remember me. (I am not the sort that cultivates a personal relationship with her hairstylist. Or even keeps up much of a conversation with one.) I told her I wanted something really short, cute and funky. She frowned. And choppy and sort of... sort of like Felicity? She said "welllll..." advised against it because of the frizz factor, told me what she thought we should do instead, I signed off on it, and then she proceeded to do almost exactly what I had described to her in the first place. Or thought I had. Whatever.

Anyway, the point is my hair is superfreaky short, and Denise did a wonderful job. Any curly girls in the Akron area, by the way, I completely recommend Denise at MC Hair Consultants. She's done a fabulous job for me twice, and she really does understand curly hair, as she has it herself, and I've discovered a good curly stylist is hard to come by. Seriously, I'd pay $8 at Best Cuts were it not for that.

Anyway, I love my new 'do. Don't worry, it's not nearly as short as Felicity's gutsy move. But it's probably as short as I've ever worn it... excepting perhaps my freshman self-made pixie massacre. And you know what, screw Keri Russell, I do have a cute face, after all! The point is, I'm very happy with it. While I love my long locks, they're a pain in the butt to manage, and this totally suits me for now.

My god have I been shallow lately. This is what happens when you cut me off from academia and intelligent cohorts for as little as three weeks.

And tomorrow (today, technically) is New Year's Eve -- would you believe me if I told you I haven't even scribbled the roughest draft of my traditional New Year's entry? This is so unlike me.

But rest assured, sometime in between cookie batches I'll slip in to write some sort of goals list for the year. Everyone I know is so pessimistic about the holiday, I just don't get it. Whatever, I'll defend it for the rest of my life. I'll show all you haters tomorrow.

Anyway, do have a good time if you get the chance to celebrate it, despite all your grumblings. Drink things and kiss people, that's what I say. I'll probably get the chance to do neither and I'm still not grumbling, so you have no excuse whatsoever.

ps, is it just me or is all of John Mayer's new stuff completely, thoroughly, totally, supremely and in all other ways lame? I know some of you might scoff and say all of his stuff was always lame, but that man wrote "Love Song For No One" and "Victoria" and "Comfortable," and you can't take that away from me. I don't know why he's suddenly trying to cast everything in the mold of "Your Body is a Wonderland." Gag. Note to John: you're not a smooth sex god; you're an acoustic guitarist with a gift. Freaking use it.

and ps, I don't know why, but I heard this song today and I thought, damn Linda Ronstadt, you got it all figured out, girl. Rock.

You and I, travel to the beat of a different drum
Oh can't you tell by the way I run
Evertime you make eyes at me
You cry and moan and say it will work out
But honey child I've got my doubts
You can't see the forest for the trees

Oh don't get me wrong
It's not that I knock it
It's just that I'm not in the market
For a boy who wants to love only me
Yes and I ain't saying you ain't pretty
All I'm sayin's that I'm not ready
For any person, place or thing
To try and pull the reins in on me

So goodbye, I'll be leavin' I see no sense
In this crying and grieving
We'll both live a lot longer, if you live without me...

Okay, actually, I was grooving to the Lemonheads cover, but that doesn't change the original's rock factor. And I love a lead vocalist who's secure enough (or, okay, gay enough) not to change the pronouns around. Okay, the Lemonheads freaking rule, and I think it's a damn shame no one's bidding on my CD of theirs on Ebay.

ps, you should totally buy my cds.

And. Rock out.