Dude, the 90s are back!! Cropped tops, overalls, and music. Okay, music never really disappeared (hello, BSB!)– I still jam to them daily. I will always be a fan of boybands. Judge me, I don’t care. Anyways, I went out and bought a pair of overalls a few months back and do you know how uncomfortable it is to wear overalls? This is a prime example of why girls go out of their way to be uncomfortable…ALL FOR A FASHION STATEMENT! Do you think g-strings are comfortable?? NO! They’re not. And neither are overalls. They bunch in the front and ride up you so bad (heaven forbid you have a long torso) and it’s a pain in the behind to go to the bathroom in. You better pray to the lord above that your straps don’t fall into the toilet. But it is cute, nonetheless.
What I’m wearing:
Shirt: Pac Sun
Ladies and Gentlemen, “V for Vendetta” by Alan Moore has taken my graphic novel virginity! If you were to ask me a year ago if I planned on ever reading graphic novels, my first question would be “uhm…a what?” and then if you were to show me what a graphic novel actually is, “I don’t do comic books.” Not even “I won’t read comic books” but “I won’t DO comic books“. I just instantly tied comic book to geeks and I was so not about that life. Let me go ahead and answer what you all are wondering, “No, I have never seen the movie.” The only thing I knew about that movie is that Natalie Portman got her head shaved for it. (YOU GO, GF!! I definitely can’t pull that look off. NO WAY!) For one of my classes this semester, this was on our reading list. I must admit, I was a bit surprised to see that I like it as much as I did. I liked it so much that I decided to choose the dystopian short story option to do my paper on. I pretty much wrote a fanfiction short story based off of a scene out of V for Vendetta.
I’m most certainly not the best writer out there but as I’m getting older, I find myself more interested in creative writing. I don’t know if that’s because of my admiration [obsession] for James Franco or if it’s because English is constantly challenging…who knows. I love it so much that I decided to change my major to concentrate in English. BOOM BOOM BOOM! #lifedecisions
I will attach a link to my livejournal where I will be posting my writing pieces. First post will be of my short story off of “V for Vendetta” to which I have titled, “Frank“. For a background scoop of this little piece of fanfiction, it is based off of a scene of a minor character (Frank, the Fingerman) that died due to an explosive caused by V. I wanted to give Frank a voice. Basically, I wanted people to empathize with his death a little bit. I don’t know. Check it out and let me know what you think! Or don’t. That’s okay too. I know I’ve been quiet in the blogging world but it’s that time of year where students try to get their shit together for finals. BEAR WITH ME! I admire your patience. Also, prayers would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!
I was watching Neil Diamond and Barbara Streisand’s Grammy performance of “You don’t bring me flowers” and it made me really want to go out to buy flowers for myself. The song speaks about a relationship falling apart and how things change between two people. The used-to-be’s and the not-anymores happens often in relationships but if you buy flowers for yourself then you don’t have to feel bad about the used-to-be’s or the not-anymores. You can simply brighten up your own day by buying them for yourself just because you can. I remember reading this particular blog about all the reasons why the author didn’t want her boyfriend to buy her flowers. It stuck with me because her reasons included that flowers always meant “I’m sorry” or it would elude to future disappointments due to given high expectations; meaning if you give a girl flowers in the beginning of the relationship or on anniversaries, she will expect them all the time, and if you don’t give her flowers anymore then it would lead to the “used-to-be’s”.
In my opinion, I think people think too deeply into things and maybe they should just enjoy some nice fresh flowers. Whether someone gives them to you, buy them yourself or pick them from the garden next door — just enjoy the simple beauty that comes from having flowers in a vase on your table. I know these made me cheery. Happy Monday!