I just started watching Melrose Place the other day… I love BH 90210, and this is like the sister show, how could I have missed out on it til now!? It’s not as good, however, I’m still addicted because of my weakness for 90’s television. I’ve already gotten through what, 5 episodes in two days? I need something to do while knitting my sweater, and Keeping Up with the Kardashians only airs on Sunday!
I have discovered that I’m also obsessed with Love in the Wild, falling in love? bizarrely difficult challenges? drama? I’m so there. I hope it doesn’t get cancelled….
Long story short. I’ve added more obsessions to a long list :)
There is something to be said for grace and glamour. Hopefully this royal fever brings back elegance. Damn fashion these days is all about wearing thousands of things and millions of combinations and edgy hair and crazy makeup and blech! I wish things could be simpler.
This may or may not be commentary on life as a whole.
Today I realized how sad it makes me when people don’t give their clothes the life they deserve. A girl was walking ahead of me today with some fashionable black boots.
I noticed them right away, partially because they were slightly too big and were making a big scuffing noise, and partially because they were in stark contrast to the rest of her outfit: an oversized gray sweatshirt (we’re talking XXXL), and an old pair of skinny jeans.
I have nothing against comfortable clothes. Okay maybe a little bit; afterall, it IS possible to be comfortable and still look presentable. But this was too much to bear.
This girl is young, pretty, thin, normal height. AND SHE HAS THESE GREAT BOOTS THAT SHE’S LEAVING OUT TO DIE! The poor things were hanging off of her legs, asking for the winter salt to be wiped away so they could truly be put to some good use.
Instead, there they were. I felt sorry for them, these poor boots. They started out with such potential. They could be rocking some knit dress or killing some dark skinny jeans. Some person out there had designed them right from the bottom of their soul in the name of making some person look fabulous. Instead of being out on the town, they were dying a slow death.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, respect your clothes. I swear it leads to good things! No matter what shape or size you are, the right outfit is an instant confidence booster, not to mention it earns the attention of everyone around you. Without saying a word you take the spotlight.
I admit I’m borderline obsessive. In the grand scheme of things we could all truly go through life wearing rags and it would make little difference, but yet….
I’ve been on a tumblr detox lately. Hence the lack of posts. I’m just kind of done with the scene that tumblr is all about. Darn hipsters! At first I thought that it was all a group of people that enjoyed the same things I did. But now it just seems trendy, and a little bit like it’s moving too fast for me. Pushing to hard in a terrifying direction. Everyone here is sooooo racy? (For lack of a better word.) That may just be because it’s the internet, but I still feel it. I want to find people living normal small lives like me and aren’t just doing things to be trendy.
I feel like Gordo on that Lizzie McGuire episode when once everyone is interested in the forties and jazz and everything he hates it. Why aren’t wisdomy shows like that on anymore?
“It is true that we are weak and sick and ugly and quarrelsome but if that is all we ever were, we would millenniums ago have disappeared from the face of the earth.”—John Steinbeck (via bunnymitford) (via candidlycara)
Found out today that I criticize the work of my friends too hard. Apparently I make them feel really insecure and horrible about what they wrote. It just feels better not to show it to me. I feel like shit. I didn’t mean to be that person. I don’t want to be. I’ve never felt so horrible.
The worst part? They told me it’s because they feel like I’m better than them.
On my next trip to Barnes and Noble, the keeper of a million thoughts and ideas...
I will pick up
-AP European History study book
-The latest issue of Vogue Knitting, even though I don’t really need more patterns…
Incidentally, this reminds me that I have not updated you on the sweater I was slaving over! I promise I did not give up. It is finished. My lack of posts about it is not intentional, unless it is due to some subconscious need not to acknowledge failure, because it is too small. Yes. I have knit myself a crop winter sweater. What am I going to do with that? I’ll post a picture for your viewing pleasure soonish.
When it is clear that your life is getting out of hand...
I am constantly worrying about the future now. I’ve still got time to decide, I know…. technically I have my whole life to decide, but I work best when I’m told what to do!That’s the scary thing; for the first time ever, I have the power to completely decide my course of action, and now I have no idea what I want. Oh the irony!
The thing is, I worry about the future so much that it affects how I enjoy the present! That’s bad. I shouldn’t be going to school terrified because each day that goes by brings me closer to the inevitable end of it all.
Maybe this is all just a sign from God because right now it seems the only way I can convince myself that things are going to work out eventually is to put all my trust in Him. Or well, most of my trust. I’m still struggling with that part.
I know I’m smart, and I’m successful in what I do, but I have to go out into the real, scary, big world. I don’t want to sacrifice my dreams and end up doing something that isn’t totally right for me. I know that most people with jobs aren’t truly doing what they want. I don’t want to become one of the drones. I want to do something that somehow impacts the lives of others.
At first I thought that impact meant being famous, but there are plenty of famous people that don’t truly make an impact, so that musn’t be it. I’m starting to realize that reaching out to people can happen a million different ways. Maybe I’ll join the peace corps, or become a teacher. Maybe no one will recognize my name, but I will be influencing the events of developing lives. That’s probably the most impactful thing you could ever do.
And I am beginning to understand now that I am going to have to work a family into my future. That was a news flash! That hadn’t ever entered into the equation before!
I also heard today that evidently in the State of the Union, which I had to forego last night because of the critical studying that had to take place for history, Obama said that we need more teachers. Suddenly a position that I was considering was being called for by the President! I don’t know if that is a sign, but I’m kind of taking it as one.
Still. I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with my life. Except that it probably won’t be medical, mathematical, or mindless.
But I do have some goals that I must accomplish:
a) SEE THE WORLD!!
b) COMPLETE COLLEGE!!
d) NOT to turn my back on religion
e) look fabulous
I’ll just have to see where my life takes me. That’s a shitty answer to my problem. Just wait it out. Blech. I have to count on myself. Yikes! I hope I’m as great as I think I am. Teehee.