Lincoln in the top 10? Lincoln in the top 10!

I decided yesterday that my Norfolk blonde (brass) hair was probably just a little too Norfolk for Chicago, and if I wanted to fit in as a city gal I better do something about it. So I bid farewell to my old stylist, L'oreal Brightest Blonde, and found a cute little salon a block from my house to change up my look a bit. In a drastic move I decided city girls make better brunettes and so I asked for a full dark dye job. And then I bought LA Candy by L.C., joined Kelly Clarkson's fan page, and took 1,000 new profile pictures in my bathroom. I'm kidding. Just the thought of going dark gives me nightmares. Literally. Numerous times I have woken up covered in sweat from dreaming I accidentally colored my hair brown or I completely chopped it. I am not a pretty butch, at this point in my life I know what I have to do to give the illusion I'm okay looking. Now if I would have said good looking that'd be arrogant, if I said ugly I'd sound insecure, so "okay looking" is right down the middle which is fine for me. What I lack in Brazilian good looks I like to think I make up for in personality. Although just last night Chris and I got into it regarding my "snotty remarks." He says snotty, I say sarcastic. Tell me the last time you called a guy (who wasn't homosexual) snotty. You didn't. Because guys aren't called that, they're called sarcastic or funny. I'm just asking for fair treatment is all. I'm not complaining about skanks vs playas or anything like that, for the record I'm still 100% bias on that one, a skank is a skank, but a playa is usually a pretty fun guy to be around. And why did I just naturally say "playa" rather than player? Weird. Must be the Tech9 in me still. "I'm a playa, I'm a playa." But anyway, I apologize for being snotty. And by snotty I mean sarcastic, and of course I'm being completely sarcastic (snotty?) right now.

Back to my Chicago changes. After my new and improved city blonde do, I felt it was time to get some clothes that matched. So I tried on a romper... What the hell. What the hell kind of outfit is a romper? Is it a onesie for an adult? I've seen cute rompers on girls so it's not like I'm totally against them. I just think they're a little different is all. For starters, I'm not keen on wearing something that sounds like a Willy Wonka suck- candy. And then if you get one that buttons all the way up how are you supposed to go to the bathroom? Like when you're out drinking I mean. Most times I can't unzip a zipper in time, let alone 12 tiny buttons when I'm in a bar bathroom. Is it supposed to be baggy enough to fit a diaper in there? Well, I tried one on anyway. And as I stood in the Urban Outfitter dressing room with the poor lighting staring at myself in a denim "romper" I couldn't help but think that I'm real. And I used to have a little now I have a lot, but I'm still Jenny from the block. And then I wondered if I gave you all my love would you comfort me? Tell me. Baby. Cuz I'm dreaming of you tonight, till tomorrow I'll be holding you tight. Selena y los dinos forever! JLo is to rompers what Whitney Port is to floral print grandma blouses and blocked nasal passages. Needles to say, I got the romper. But just for a swimsuit cover up.

To show off my new cool look I headed into Starbucks to type up a quick article (I like to pretend I work for a magazine when I go to Starbucks) and sip on an iced latte. I sat and typed and drank my latte (coffee cake) like the regular Sbux patron that I am. When it was time to go I gathered up my things and headed out the door. But as it turned out, the door I was intending to nudge open with my arm was actually just a glass window next to the door. So yes, I walked into a glass window shoulder and head first. I don't get embarrassed often, but this was quite embarrassing. I tried to laugh and say something like,

"well who moved the door?"

But no one responded. And that's almost worse than having strangers laugh at you. I would much rather have someone laugh at me on the outside then stifle the laughs on the inside. So the blonde girl who walked into the window ran, yes I mean ran, home as fast as I could.

Definitely happy today is another Friday. I love Fridays because they always come right when you really need one. And just like in college when technically every night is a Friday, as it kind of is for me now, you just can't beat the real thing. And speaking of fun Fridays did anyone else notice that Lincoln was voted in the top 10 places to live after college? What's that you say? Everybody from Lincoln who currently lives there after college posted it to their Facebook page exactly 23 seconds after the article came out? If that's not town pride then I don't know what is. No longer just a great college town, but now thanks to Trader Joes and Grata it's a great town for after college, as well. Well keep it up Lincoln, I'll see you soon enough.