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.