Ensems

Yep, short for ensembles. Deal with the abbrevs. They probably aren't going anywhere, although I may have to keep them for my secret personal life when I grow up and become profesh. I mean professional. Here's the latest outfit post. By the way, halfway through this set of outfits I chopped ALL of my hair off.

Well not all of it, but half of it. I had an interview (waiting to hear back!) and thought my planned outfit would look cuter with shorter hair. So, the day before I called up a salon and took care of it. My compulsive decision making process is fun at times, dangerous at other times. Don't let me watch G.I. Jane or I'll get some funny haircut ideas that I KNOW I'll regret.

For now, I'm loving the shorter hair (that's finally healthy and split-end free!) plus all those minutes I save on drying it every day because it goes so much faster now. I figured out how this haircut will get me employed and lead to a successful career:

Shorter hair = less time to get ready = more sleep = happier Anna = winning personality = more hire-able candidate = eighty job offers = competitive salaries = new hobby of taking cannonballs into my pools of money. Right? Math was never my thing, but that seems pretty logical to me.

Still loving the boots.  

Ahh. Still with the long hair. 

My brother Alex got me this sweater for Christmas!
Good taste, brah. Good taste. 

The bottom of those jeans got really
slushy and soggy that day. It was a good try. 

Annnd haircut. Oooo Aaaaaah. 

H&M blazer, Forever 21 shirt,
Banana Republic skirt, Gap flats. (All cheap!)

All my pics get overexposed in the backyard. 

That scarf is cute but SO itchy. I was
DYING by the time class was over. 

Purple tights my mom got me for Christmas
sophomore year. And my favorite pair of shoes from Spain. 

Babysat in this outfit and got one big drool
splotch spanning down and affecting each
different item of clothing. Talented kids! 

Meet my Sambas. Hands down
all-time favorite shoes, ever.

Apparently I like to protest things to the camera,
which is on a self-timer. #Bloggerproblems

My "Grandma-Gesch" outfit, because she would
have worn every single thing of this outfit. I was,
you know, going for "geriatric chic."

Wind. Tyra is so jealous. 

Realizing I rock a lot of tights. Newest pair!

The Dilemma

I've been worrying about this little guy for awhile. He's been around for over a year and he's super cute. I kinda love him and don't want him to ever leave. But alas, they say he could keep me from getting a job.

In Park Guell up in Barcelona last March

Yep, I'm talking about my eyebrow piercing. That little guy is one of my favorite things. I'm not usually one to do rebellious things with my appearance - my hair has never been dyed, I didn't catch the goth wave, and the thought of getting a tattoo freaks me out completely for three reasons: 1. I don't like permanent things 2. I don't like pain and 3. Needles freak me out. So last year, before becoming a broad abroad, I decided to just do something I wouldn't normally do. I figured it would only last a few months, right? So I grabbed Mel, Lauren, and Karley, who bravely watched me get stabbed in the face a few nights before I hopped on that plane. No, it didn't hurt all that bad. No, the world didn't end when I called my mom to tell her the news that I got it. And no, I didn't fall into a nail somehow, I did it on purpose.

And here I am a year later, filling out applications for jobs and knowing that the inevitable might have to happen. The dilemma remains: to keep or not to keep the eyebrow thing? (Hamlet's mode of questioning works for any situation: To study or not to study? To shower or not to shower? To eat the red velvet cupcakes leftover from the super bowl party, or NOT to eat the red velvet cupcakes leftover from the super bowl party? These are the deep questions of a college senior, my friends.)

I might have to get rid of him. I've heard mixed reviews: from "It actually helped me get my job," and "It shows your confidence in who you are Anna!" to "That's so unprofessional,"and "People won't ever take you seriously." Well, I think the answer is probably somewhere in the middle. Yes, my personality and presence more than makes up for the presence of a tiny piece of metal. But no, I don't want to give someone any doubt of why I wouldn't be the best hire around. I like hearing the various views on this topic as they are usually very different from person to person. The job interview world is a new one that I plan on crashing soon.

So I'll have to figure out how to reconcile my love for this little guy and my love for the idea of being gainfully employed. With a fairly important interview looming in my near future (yowza!) his days just might be numbered. Maybe. We'll see.

She Bangs

(Yep, I went there.)

Well, people, the deed is done. Anna getting bangs may not be a big event to the average onlooker, but let me tell you, this is a BIG deal (but it really isn't). I probably go over this stupid debate - to cut, or not to cut - every year. (I pondered this decision on the blog already here.) And then once the decision has been made, I second guess myself for another two weeks until I schedule the appointment in a moment of weakness. Such a tortured life I lead.

So here is the picture (I didn't have one so I went with the outfit pic I took today) of the finished result!

I feel very much like myself again. If you would ask me how I feel today, I would say "Anna-y." I hope that everyone feels very "(your name)-y" today as well. It's a good feeling.

Hair and There

I'm debating a new haircut after soccer season. (Ends this week!)

I go through this RIDICulous process every fall. After having cut my bangs the previous year, I spend all spring and summer growing them out. Then I get antsy and have to cut the bangs in again. Rinse and Repeat. 

Last year, I chopped all my hair altogether into a bob, which was cute for awhile, but my time in Spain still has me wanting long flowing hair. So these are a few pictures of what I'm thinking I want. I think it's time for the bangs to come back! 

PS. You like my pun-tastic title? Or does it make you want to Curl up and Dye? It may seem dumb to you, but I think it's hair-larious. Like I'm some sort of big wig with these. Don't make fun of me or you'll have the devil toupee. 

Okay I'm done. Sorry. I'm through with the stupid puns from hair on out.