Maybe a few chocolate pretzels, but besides that I'm set.
Friday, May 17, 2013
E news is a lifestyle
E network is basically my life in a nutshell. They have fashion police: snobby girls judging people aka me (for the most part I try not to but if you are wearing snake skin pants that's basically your fault), they have chelsea lately: chelsea handler always seems to have the same mood as I do, and E news: which doesn't particularly relate to my life but I'm obsessed with it. So I don't need anything else to survive.
Tuesday, April 16, 2013
A Good Moment
It's funny to think in a couple years high school will be done and gone and all of the things I'm worried about now will just become memories. It's even funnier to think that some people will call this the best part of their lives. Thank god this isn't mine.
But there is a boy. (Don't most good stories start out like that?) Well this would be one of the few times that there actually is a living, breathing, boy. ( I swear I'm not making this up). There isn't much else to say. I guess I lied when said this was a story. It's more just a moment. A moment in my life. And maybe if he likes me, he might become apart of moments in my life. Maybe many or maybe few. But at least for now I have this moment, not yet spoiled by anything life brings. So I'm sharing this moment, I hope you share yours too.
But there is a boy. (Don't most good stories start out like that?) Well this would be one of the few times that there actually is a living, breathing, boy. ( I swear I'm not making this up). There isn't much else to say. I guess I lied when said this was a story. It's more just a moment. A moment in my life. And maybe if he likes me, he might become apart of moments in my life. Maybe many or maybe few. But at least for now I have this moment, not yet spoiled by anything life brings. So I'm sharing this moment, I hope you share yours too.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
Nothing Too Serious
(Just a note) I think you would probably benefit most by this blog while listening to some edgy indie band, with eclectic sound mixes that make you wish they were pleasant to your ear. That's how I'd like to picture you anyways. But that's assuming there is a "You" reading this blog, which there probably isn't. For my own sake let's pretend there is. Well hello to "You".
I've always thought that having a blog is edgy and artsy, that I'd make one when I felt I needed more spunk in my life or a new way to individualize myself. Honestly, I'm just bored. However, it really doesn't matter how this blog came about, but in essence that it is now, about. I would like to picture that someone, somewhere, is thirsting for my raw writing skills. But for now, at least, there is not. And I realize I'm just a girl talking to herself across from a computer screen in a dimly lit room, just like so many others like her in America. But hey, at least I can pretend.
I guess pretending isn't such a bad practice to have. I find myself pretending quite often actually. Pretending I was skinnier, prettier, funnier. But I'm stuck with my own looks and my own wits and I'll just have to make the best out of what I've got. Though, sometimes it's fun to pretend. Take your daily stroll to the bathroom for instance. You grab your _______ (fill in the blank) fashion magazine and set out to do some hardcore damage on that toilet while you skim through the pages of sample perfumes and near picture perfect models with pursed lips, trying to sell you some long lasting lipstick. And for a moment, just a moment, you find yourself pretending you're the celebrity or model on the cover draped in name brand clothing, styled by the most up and coming designer.You pretend you're snapping photos with ease and teasing the photographer with your bigger than life looks. Then you rush out of the studio, while your assistant hands you a steaming cup of coffee, trying not to miss your meeting with the director about your up and coming flick in a posh restaurant down the street.
Then you snap back to reality with the cold reminder that you aren't a model or a celebrity, but just a girl who has sat on a toilet staring at a magazine for much too long. Reality is heartless.
I've always thought that having a blog is edgy and artsy, that I'd make one when I felt I needed more spunk in my life or a new way to individualize myself. Honestly, I'm just bored. However, it really doesn't matter how this blog came about, but in essence that it is now, about. I would like to picture that someone, somewhere, is thirsting for my raw writing skills. But for now, at least, there is not. And I realize I'm just a girl talking to herself across from a computer screen in a dimly lit room, just like so many others like her in America. But hey, at least I can pretend.
I guess pretending isn't such a bad practice to have. I find myself pretending quite often actually. Pretending I was skinnier, prettier, funnier. But I'm stuck with my own looks and my own wits and I'll just have to make the best out of what I've got. Though, sometimes it's fun to pretend. Take your daily stroll to the bathroom for instance. You grab your _______ (fill in the blank) fashion magazine and set out to do some hardcore damage on that toilet while you skim through the pages of sample perfumes and near picture perfect models with pursed lips, trying to sell you some long lasting lipstick. And for a moment, just a moment, you find yourself pretending you're the celebrity or model on the cover draped in name brand clothing, styled by the most up and coming designer.You pretend you're snapping photos with ease and teasing the photographer with your bigger than life looks. Then you rush out of the studio, while your assistant hands you a steaming cup of coffee, trying not to miss your meeting with the director about your up and coming flick in a posh restaurant down the street.
Then you snap back to reality with the cold reminder that you aren't a model or a celebrity, but just a girl who has sat on a toilet staring at a magazine for much too long. Reality is heartless.
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