Saturday, June 07, 2008
spock rocker with your dirty eyes.
Monday, October 08, 2007
what if you change it back?
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
meet me where 8th and ocean cross.
Can I even begin to digest no pun intended how much has happened in just 4 weeks? Sorry for the long hiatus, I've been too busyLAZY! You can thank me throwing up this entire morning for actually signing onto my laptop. But I've been meaning to update... you know when something occurs and all you think is, "Where's my wireless connection? I need to put this incredibly wise, head scratcher post up."
I've gone to thinking that all this "fashion is what defines you/find your own style blahblah" … all that Vogue and TeenCosmo "style on a budget" concept that any girl can have is a load of bs. Honestly, how can an 18 year old find any practicality in fashion let alone finding your personal style? No to Abercrombie tops and Bebe capris. Maybe I'm overlooking something major and this is all just a mistake, but how can I manage to find my style and actually execute and put it together when something I want for my look is a 200 plus Marc by Marc Jacobs blouse? Yes, I'll admit, maybe it has something to do with brand snobbery, but regardless, it's your own style. And most likely, your parent's money.
Now, my whole practicality argument. Fashion for me is just not practical. Style on a budget is impossible. And, I'm not saying that I want to fill my closets up with Chanel and Phillip Lim. But it's just so hypocritical to say that to be stylish, you've got to shell out so much money. I yearn for a pair of boots that cost 290 only to which I can’t wear in college because it will be a bitch to walk to class in and even so, going out on weekends is a no-no because no one would dare wear Blahniks to a college frat party.
So where am I stuck?
Monday, June 11, 2007
she tore my feelings like I had none.
Then I lost my cellphone, and the panic begins.
Honestly, people have great stories about losing their cells, forgetting it in a taxi club after coming back from Roxy. But, NO. I so happen to leave it somewhere in the Short Hills Mall... that is after searching through a pile of trash in the backroom of Au Bon Pain.
I am not a happy camper.
What goes around comes back around.
