Nasty. Nosy. Narcissism.

As I was trudging through the muddy nastiness that's a parking lot to my car, a few thought entered my mind.  First, why is is Spring and freezing cold?  Second, there have been some really interesting things that have been happening in my life.  Third, did I really wear black leggings, pink athletic shorts, Uggs, and my senior hoodie, pearl earrings, and a "drop dead" smile to school today?

The answer to my first question was obviously that the weather man decided it was going to be cloudy, rainy, and disgusting. (Duh! Why else would there be weird weather?)  My second thought about the interesting things?  What constitutes interesting, you ask?

Let's elaborate on this stalker situation.  The guy won't leave me alone!  I mean, he comments and likes everything I ever post on my facebook, he texts me on a regularly consistent basis, and he tries to Skype me all the time.  Every time he sees me, he strikes up some ridiculous conversation that no one other than him has any interest in, makes jokes that no one catches, and the worst of all, he's a name dropper.  Sure, maybe you know someone, but you don't have to speak to the rest of the world as if you are better than us and act as if we don't know this person.  I'm sure that he probably doesn't really even like you at all, because you, my dear friend, are a stalker.  A first class, creepy, future child molester, stalker.

My third thought was about my clothing choice of the day.  Black leggings, pink athletic shorts, Senior hoodie, pearl earrings, and Uggs.  You know, I'm a second semester senior.  I don't really care what the guys at my school think.  At least I didn't wear the "sweatpants, nasty tee, hair thrown up, no makeup, and flip flops" combination.  I did put on some makeup and my pearl earrings.  I probably looked better than all those bitches that were judging.  Yeah, I definitely saw you guys looking.  It was either that or they were wondering "Wtf is she wearing?"  Again, you're really not attractive and I don't care to impress any of you guys.  I'm graduating and leaving you all.  Have fun judging people and hopefully coming to the realization that none of it matters in the end.  Do you honestly think I'd step out of my house without looking cute?  Trust me, it would not happen.

My life is average...  Yeah, right.

Hope Dies

I was thinking today, GRADUATION is in  about 3 months.  That's the end of my high school career and on to life in this great, wonderful, and colorful word that "experts" call College/University.  For us?  It's freedom, a new life, new friends, and lifestyle changes; getting rid of the norm.  5 months until we move ourselves into that tiny living space with a roommate.  5 months until we have to learn the new rules of life and how to survive without the constant watch of parents.  So what do we do?  3 months to go and we lose all hope and motivation.  Senioritis, the deadly disease that it is, kicks in and even the most passionate and A+ students learn a new word: apathy.  It becomes the center of life for a 2nd semester senior.  Go as any Senior you know "How are you?"  They will, without a doubt, reply with "I'm tired" or some variation of it.  Is this what the "glory days" have come to?  Seems we all had the thought that our senior year would hold easy classes, no work, all play, and ridiculous amounts of partying with no consequences.  It's not true.

I heard a story in the news about a girl who passed away right before her senior year.  Could you imagine this?  She was out with friends at a party, typical Saturday night thing, someone threw a brick through the car window and hits her.  The guys she was in the car with were too out of their minds to take her to the hospital and her last words were "Please, please, don't let me die."  And then she was gone.

Lots of words can be used to describe your senior year; fun, stupid, annoying, hard, crazy, ambitious, passionate, ridiculous, insane; all of these, but apathy should not be one of them.  This lack of caring is what killed this girl.  Something simple as a word can be the deciding factor in life or death.  This might be going out on a limb and a far stretch, but think about this before you put the word into your life.  You don't want to be the murderer of a perfectly wonderful life ahead.  She doesn't even get the chance to say "Graduation is 3 months away! I'm going to USC in 5 months! I wonder what classes I'll have or who my roomie is going to be?"

3 months. 3 mere months.  It might be about time to put on our cleats and get a good grip on the field we've been playing for the past 3 and a half years.  Bunker down and get ready for the ride of your life, because these last months are going to be an emotional roller coaster, a trip to hell and back, and a one way trip to either failure or success.  Care.  Care about what's going on and what is happening, because I'm sure if in a moment your life was ripped from your grasp and control, there won't be anything you miss more.

3 months.  Like a death certificate, like a final notice of eviction.  It's a deafening sound now, isn't it?

Fashion vs Style

Apparently there's a difference in New Yorkers.  You've got your "Upstate boys" and then you've got your "Garden City boys."  I didn't know there was a difference until recently.  My lovely friend from Garden City has informed me that the "Upstate boys" don't actually know style.  They only follow trends and fashion.

Like Ralph Lauren said: "...Fashion is over quickly.  Style is forever."  True words of wisdom.

Upstate Boy:
Ed Hardy EVERYTHING, I mean honestly, that whole "tattoo" look isn't cool. It's trashy to the max. I wouldn't wear it to sleep.
Get those damn designer sunglasses off of your face.  Those were made for women and GAY BOYS.  Nothing against homosexuality at all, but if you're straight and trying to rock Dolce's, we have a problem.  I don't even wear Dolce's.  I reserve my face for Ray Ban's and Coco Chanel's.  Men, try Ray Ban's and Costa del Mar.  Don't forget the Vineyard Vines croakies!
White belts... I don't even want to get started on this subject.  Does a white belt really EVER say "formal" or really anything other than "Oh, hello. I don't actually know how to dress, I just buy what Guess is advertising as the "in" thing right now."  White belts do NOT go with anything formal UNLESS it is SIMPLE and matches your white DRESS shoes.  Belts and shoes, they match.  They should always match.  Stick with a simple Brooks Brothers brown or tan belt or Vineyard Vines.  Simple, classic, southern. 
Sperry Topsiders:  Do I need to mention that the CLASSIC style is the best.  Tan and brown.  These colors are neutral and classic.  You don't even need to worry about your Vineyard Vines or Brooks Brothers belt not matching, because trust me, they will.  Do not, for the love of God, buy Sperry's that are not even really BOAT shoes.  That is what the Sperry Topsider was made for.  Water.  You want to look classic, preppy, sailing club.  Sperry's should be a neutral color that match your tan/brown belt.  Don't buy black ones that aren't even really the classic Sperry look.  Put it this way, buying that is like buying a girl something in the color that is least complimentary to her and is the trashiest looking thing on the market.  You just don't do it.


All of these things seem to have a recurring theme.  They all appear on Jersey Shore.  Do you honestly want to look like a Guido Juicehead?  The classic style is all about being professional.  You wouldn't wear Ed Hardy to meet the President, would you?

wen yu gon lit me hit it

So... today, I was faced with an extremely delicate comment.  "wen yu gon lit me hit it"  ...And that's all she, or shall I say he, wrote.  Guys, come on.  Learn how to spell and use correct grammar.  I'm not a grammar Nazi or anything, but if there's one thing that a woman is going to look down on, it will be this.  It's completely disrespectful and ridiculously annoying.  Think about it before you open your mouth!  Any chance of this guy ever having a civil conversation, as a opposed to a backhand to the face, with me went Hasta Luego, Bye bye!  Now, I don't want you to go read the damn dictionary and sleep on the grammar bible, osmosis doesn't work guys, trust me.  Ideas?  Topics?  Comments?  This is my second blog, ever.

First of Many

After a rather interesting day, I decided that it's time for a blog.  I, like the rest of the world, need an outlet.  Why not let it be artistic as well?  My goal with this blog is to mainstream the stresses of my everyday life into a single outlet.  One piece of written work.

Enjoy!