Mmm... gravy...

It's amazing how much time you spend taking pictures of yourself to find that perfect shot, and it still doesn't do justice.
But there it is post-haircut: longish with shorter layers and some mega-sweet "bang" action. What makes this haircut great is I could wake up with the nastiest bedheads and it would be perfect (i.e. myspace profile pic - - myspace.com/Z_Rachel)

Every time I go to the salon, I wish I had a personal hair washer / head massager. Despite my clenching neck as they awkwardly position it in the nook of those cold, porcelain sinks, I could still lie there for hours with someone lathering up my head...
...rinse and repeat.

My favorite holiday is tomorrow and I've been invited up to New York for a long and uber fantastic weekend at my brother's since no one in my family will be around again. It'll sure beat last year's slew of pity invites from co-workers who felt bad for you that your family isn't even in the same state. Thanksgiving is saved!

I can already imagine this in some children's movie special; maybe it will give Turkey Day the recognition it so rightly deserves. I refuse to acknowledge all things Christmas before this one day I can embrace my gluttonous disposition until I bleed cranberry sauce and gravy.

I mean, come on! It's a whole day dedicated to food and football... what could be better? Don't answer that ;-)

"Why don't you make like a tree, and get the f*ck out of here."

I am still wearing my pajamas. I never bothered to change after already braving the stiffening cold chill this morning as I finally managed to crawl out from within my warm and comfy mound of twisted sheets. My motivation to even bother getting out of bed in the first place is progressively slipping away. Unemployment and living out of suitcases is killing my self-confidence, but there is still hope.

I was called in for an interview Monday at the Chestnut Hill Coffee Co. in a very swanky area of Philadelphia. Driving into the city limits on Germantown Ave, passed some of the largest stone mansions I have ever seen, the trees parted into a beautiful area; trolley car tracks embedded through the center of cobblestone streets, historical buildings renovated into one-of-a-kind stores, and a tiny magazine stand at the top of a train station lined with green paint-chipped benches. I can only imagine the cost of living. Yikes.

And this upscale coffee shop is serious about their espresso, just check out the site:

www.chestnuthillcoffee.com

They are the #1 coffee joint in the city, and possibly 5th in the nation, so when "Mr. national barista champion" began grilling me about my piss-poor coffee knowledge, it occurred to me just how upscale this place is... very intimidating to say the least.

The interview went well and they pretty much already want me to come back for a second interview to meet the owner. Although I'm still waiting to hear from them on when, which is starting to discourage my impatient self.

Of course, I'm feeling discouraged with just about everything in my life right now. I can't figure out which health insurance plan to go with or who to get it from and I only have about 2 1/2 weeks left to decide. I also got my first loan bill earlier this week... and there are many more to come. *headdesk*

I know I've mentioned the thrill of how anything could happen at this point and all, but I wish something would uh... you know, happen. Any smidgen of certainty, or purpose. Something to keep me motivated, to give me a reason to get out of bed tomorrow.

"Are you gonna bark all day little doggie or are you gonna bite?"

A few years ago I discovered the hard way that you can't completely rely on people, even your closest friends. You can only rely on yourself. So I'm taking matters into my own hands and moving forward now.

Some friends have offered me the luxury of being their roomate a few months ago, but I hesitated. My heart has been doing a lot of the talking lately, trying to convince me into doing something stupid. Being so concerned with "logic", I don't think moving to a strange city by myself for someone I've only known for 3 months would be a good idea.

I need to look out for myself and then see how said someone measures up instead of jumping into things and realizing it doesn't work out. Not to say that it wouldn't, just um... throwing caution to the wind. None of this has been discussed, it's just me thinking too much. But my head makes a good point, I should pay attention to it more often.

Anyway, I'm currently making plans to move in with a friend (who I've known since my freshman year) in Philadelphia (where I had lived for awhile before). Some familiarity can be a good thing, and getting away from all that is too familiar is a better thing, but avoiding potential disaster is the key thing. The key thing indeed.

But right now I need a haircut despite everyone's recent compliments. I want to keep it long-ish with shorter layers, but I'm afraid of it being too 80's. Although, Joan Jett is pretty damn cool.

I might even go for some bangs this time, but I am open to suggestions.

"Kids are running around naked f*cking in the bushes."

I don't consider myself very nostalgic, but crossing the border into Pennsylvania was beyond enthralling. I watched the temperature slowly drop as we drove further north, and insisted on stopping at every Sheetz gas station we passed. My old college friends are already making plans to meet up; it's nice to know you are missed.

Apparently I've been the talk of my small hometown lately too. People were excited when they received my Absentee Ballot, I guess because no one really goes anywhere around here. And no I did NOT vote for Obama, thank you very much. Republican all the way and damn proud of it.

Next month I will be off my parent's health insurance, so I've been taking advantage of that while I'm here. I made an appointment with the doc yesterday; two vaccinations and some new prescriptions later, I went ahead and made another appointment in a few weeks for more vaccinations. Booya.

I haven't quite "settled in" yet and I don't think I will either. The 5 suitcases that are my life are currently exploding all over my old room. Things aren't unbearable, but I know they will be; there's a reason I haven't officially been back in 5 years and I'd like to avoid rediscovering that reason.

Besides my work ethic is like an unstoppable, constantly growing being that must feed on the unfinished, the unorganized, and all looming projects. If I ever find myself in a state of boredom, my god... the chaos. In other words, I need to find work or I'll disintegrate into a pile of dust, be sucked up into a vacuum cleaner, thrown into the garbage can, then driven off to some landfill to rot and be forgotten.

Or worse, I'll be bored. *gasp*