Time to Face the Music

Sigh. Now that I'm 22, I need to face reality. I've spent the past 3 years growing out and attempting to style my hair, and it just hasn't been working. So, it's time to face the fact that I am never going to wake up in the morning with gorgeous, thick locks a la Zooey Deschanel. My bangs don't want to behave like that, and I need to accept it. Time to come up with a new hairstyle icon, and I think I've found just the one.

That's right. Rory Gilmore. My hair likes to behave more like her's on its own, and I feel like her style would suit my fine hair better. My cut is similar as it is, but I need to get it touched up and layered a little differently.

Time for me to suck it up and accept that I am not a hip indie chick who plays a ukelele. I'm an awkward bookworm who daydreams about going to an Ivy League graduate school and negotiating rapprochements between countries. And ya know what, that's okay. Rory Gilmore proves that we awkward dark haired fair skinned girls who started reading at a college level before leaving grade school are just as wonderful as girls who learned how to play a bass guitar. So there!

And rocking the Rory look will definitely work out well with my plan to pretend I'm living on the East Coast until Ben finally agrees to move to New England. It's only a matter of time . . .