March 28, 2012

I wanted a job but I got a haircut instead

Taken by my brother at the High Line in NYC. Why so mad!?

I decided to hold on to the sheet protector in my hand, making sure the images of Michelle Williams, Tao Okamoto and Jessica Stroup were in his sight. Thank goodness I wasn't in his shoes. I showed him three different looks because honestly I didn't know which one I wanted. I knew for sure I wanted to be able to tuck hair behind my ears (I kept stating that over and over along with the hand motions of tucking hair behind my ears) and I wanted it to still look feminine. Before the cut, I also showed him my "NO" sheet, which coincidentally were full of Asian women in their mid-40s. I should have illustrated it better with a huge X on all the images. I kept pointing at the bad sheet, and shook my head saying "No, not this. This is bad. No." He nodded, and before he started, he left for a minute and returned with a style book. He frantically flipped the pages and pointed to a sample. I gave him a look of doubt, and he took the sheet from my hand and examined it. "Okay" he nodded.

And before I knew it, he was snipping my hair. Short. And it kept getting shorter. And shorter. For some reason, when he was done, I told him to make it shorter. It wasn't a huge change for me, since I basically always have my hair tied up anyways.

My observant roommate and friend was surprised that I was rather... dull during the cut. "I thought you were going to cry." Nope. I thought I would feel lighter and clarity will overcome me. I seem to always miss the boat when it comes to epiphanies and life changing moments. I didn't feel like a brand new person. It's just hair. I just happen to currently be having short hair. Another interaction I seem to have when people first notice my hair is "That looks so good on you. What made you do it?" I'm not sure if I believe them or not, but I take the compliment anyway. My answer seems to disappoint them when I say "Thanks. Nothing. I just wanted to cut it." Typically, for girls at least, cutting more than 12 inches of your hair is done strategically and usually occurs during a great moment of transition and a need for a new start, i.e. the ever popular breakup, getting hired/fired, a death.

It shows how much I've changed. I'm still dramatic over things, but I seem to be very calm when it comes to bigger changes. The old me would have freaked out with the short hair, and plaster the message all over whatever social network that's poppin'.  I've become quite calm about such big issues, and I'm not sure if I like that or not.

However, my enthusiasm comes out when I apply for jobs. I'm passionate about my career choice and I've never been so hopeful and hopeless. I hate transitions. I can't fathom transitioning to the working world. Everyone I've spoken to just happened to fall into their careers. They never planned it. As for me, I've planned it, and I've had my eye on it since college. Doesn't this give me an advantage? Perhaps from this adventure, I'll end up somewhere unexpected and I end up loving it. For now, am I too eager? Should I apply the old advice to the singles of "Don't go looking for love, it will find you"to my job hunting? I'll wait for a job opportunity to find me and want me. Bull.

I guess in the end, cutting my hair did symbolize something. I wanted a shift in how things were. Getting short hair replaced getting a job. Good enough for me.

March 25, 2012

Spring Tease


The above photos were taken from my android phone. I'm really proud of her/him/it! Winter is over (I don't think it ever really started) and now I get to see another side of New York. No more dark toned michelin man coats, no more Hunter rain boots, and absolutely no more grim faces. Or at least less. Gosh, I'm really not in the mood to write anything decent, but I should update myself on what I have been going through. Me, me, me, me. Gross.

It's been almost five months since I left. Am I a New Yorker now? What kind of question is that? Yes, I live in New York, and I plan on making a living here. But I wouldn't claim to be anything. New York is just another city, with bigger skyscrapers and more people. That is it. I think I've gotten over talking about what this city means and just stopped talking about the city as a whole. Anywhere I am will be what ever I want it to be.

I wrote that three days ago, and now it is back in the low 50's. At least I know that Spring and Summer will be the best times here! I will welcome it with open arms.

I'll write a few quick notes about what has been happening (this is relevant for me when I read this in my 40's and wish I was still 23 and scolding my 23 year old self for being so serious.)

 - Got a pixie cut (really should write an entry on this, very comical)
-  Brother visited!
-  Fran visited (distance is making my heart grow fonder)
- Informational interview with managing editor of Seventeen Magazine headquarters at The Hearst Tower (I wouldn't mind walking in there every day!)
- Progress with the whole assistant photo editor thing (fingers and toes crossed)
- Wore shorts for the first time!
- Assisted 3 photoshoots in a week
- Finished The Hunger Games
- Watched The Hunger Games
- Starting Catching Fire aka The Hunger Games Book II
- Finally renewed my contacts prescription
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