I made the switch to Facebook timeline this week (breaking news, folks) and spent a nice amount of time going through my Facebook past. Seeing all my old photos made me miss my long hair and I realized that maybe I am ready to grow out my current haircut. Pixie cuts/short hair may be cute but quite frankly, I miss the versatility of long hair!

The major reason I decided to chop it all off last October was the bad state my hair was in (mostly dry ends caused by all that bleaching). However, I have finally found a hair care regimen* that works wonderfully for me so I am hoping my hair will be in better condition as it grows longer. My hair is super soft right now and has not felt this healthy in YEARS.

(*For the curious: Sunsilk pink conditioner, a home keratin treatment by some Japanese brand, Moroccan argan oil.)

I have a new roommate. Say hello to Freaky.

Isn’t that the saddest face ever?!

My dad brought her over this afternoon for mouse-hunting duties. There’s this little guy who has been living with us for a while and as much as I hate having to get rid of it, I have to. I can tolerate it chewing through a packet of Swiss Miss hot chocolate but I’ve had enough of it pooping everywhere! Hopefully, Freaky gets rid of it soon enough so she can go back home to my folks and her friends (aka our other pets).

So it’s been more than two weeks since I quit my office job. I’ve anticipated this big change for months, dreaming about having full control of my schedule and mentally planning out my days spent as a work-from-home person of sorts. In a perfect world, I would be a Super Adult!— the stuff that success stories or my mother’s dreams are made of. I’d have time to well, write and design (what currently pays the bills), take on freelance gigs, work on my fitness, cook properly, blog regularly, volunteer at a charity, and then some.

Instead, I have screwed up my sleep schedule and turned into a fatty. All this “free time” is wasted on me and I end everyday (at 5 or 6am) lying in bed, panicking over deadlines. It feels like the only thing I’ve managed to “accomplish” this week is to half-decently rap along to Childish Gambino’s Heartbeat (okay, just the last five supercharged lines. And mostly in my head). Real Super Adult! right there, I tell ya.

And now I’m off to take a nap because I got what feels like half an hour of sleep last night. I’ll announce week 2’s winners tomorrow, together with week 3’s giveaway.