1. I was just on tfs trolling the forums (duh! what else does one do there?) and reading the comments of all these people getting so sassy and emotional about their favorite models and designers. I snickered in class when my classmate said Prada was a French brand. I physically cringe when someone mispronounces a label (trust me, it happens a lot). I am Elitist Fashionista™ personified, but I don't think I'm anywhere near these members on tfs. I mean, these are the people who failed to sleep soundly that night they saw Lady Gaga wear that vintage Versace. These are the people who wept in despair when they saw Dior Fall 2011 HC. Also all these people keep discussing collections from 1996 and they're my age!!! We were fucking toddlers!!! I just... The point of this is that I am in actual real awe of people's love for fashion and I wish to be like them, because hey, it's not like I actually spend my time now saving the whales or doing stem cell research. Completely turning my life over to fashion won't be that much of a stretch. Also, it'd be great to actually be magnificent and knowledgeable of something rather than just being mediocre at a bunch of things and I would want it to be something I love. Am I right or am I right smack in the middle of a teenage crisis? It's the former, I hope.
2. In other news: fashion week schedule is out! S/S shows are my favorite shows to watch, mainly because I can't ever imagine owning clothes from F/W as, in this country, the sun would probably shrink itself, come to earth, stand 3 inches away from me and laugh at my face if I ever even thought of wearing a parka in Manila. *btw, I hear parkas will be the staple this season at fashion week*
3. I really wish to shift courses. I am an English Literature major and I don't even like reading all that much, at least not enough to study it for four years and probably work my whole life as something that has to deal greatly with books. I've realized I like reading for the same reason I like movies: I enjoy being in a different world. It's basically the story that sells to me and what's important to me is how involved I get in it. I don't know, man. I just seem to want to turn my life upside down. Like, I was 16 when I made that decision, how does anyone expect me to stick to it?
4. I don't know why my roommates don't like me much. I mean, they don't hate me. They just... Okay, so whenever they need to borrow like a pen or something, they're going to ask everyone in the room and I'd be the last resort. I don't wanna like chat with them al the time or be besties or some shit, just because I hate small talk and all that, but it's just bothersome, because I have done my best to be really nice, but still they don't feel comfortable with me! What is it that I do wrong? Honestly, I am curious, because I thought I was being all friendly. Okay, so I don't ask how their day was and I don't talk much, but that's me and if they do enjoy talking, what have I ever done to make them feel like I am not open to listen? :( This is actually not even about my roommates, because I don't mind if they don't talk to me as long as they keep their hands off my shit and the bathroom clean, but they've proven to me that people feel like I'm hostile or something. So when the time comes that I actually want people to talk to me, they won't, because I give off that vibe! I feel like one day I'm going to be so desperate I'll end up buying a dummy just so I can practice my social skills.
5. I colored my hair Creamy Beige by Prettia. It's brown. Uh, I don't know how else to describe it. It's like a medium brown that turns semi-orange, not red, when hit by the light.
So that's that. I just felt like I needed to update this thing. I've been meaning to for the longest time. Last Sunday when I was all wallowing in my sadness as per usual, I had so much material, but my bitch of a maid decided to infiltrate my room and I couldn't send her out, because my Mom would be like "what's wrong, why are you angry again blah blah blah blah!!!!!" agh!!!!!! just leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!
okay wow, that got out of hand fast. Anyway, goodbye!
