Sometimes I wonder if anyone besides me actually still reads the shit I write…
But that’s not what writing’s about. It’s not about being read. It’s about being written.
I’m in my official fourth week of college now and I must say I kind of like it. I kind of like it a lot. College is so different from high school. The switch was kind of drastic though, I have to admit. I feel like they just kind of dumped me into the Atlantic Ocean with only a piece of drift wood to float on. Now I have to somehow kind of navigate my way back to the coast, without getting eaten by sharks or other weird and dangerous sea creatures or just simply drown, ‘cause let’s face it, it’s me we’re talking about.
I’m immensely behind on all my reading and most of the assignments I have to do just confuse me. I keep questioning if I’m doing it right. I’m so scared I won’t pass an assignment. And unlike in high school, in college they do give second chances, but you have to earn them. Which I think is a very honest and good concept, but at the same time very frightening.
Despite all that negativity, I am having a great time. I’ve met and am still meeting so many amazing people. My friend count on Facebook went from 100 to a 120 in, like a week. Okay, that’s pretty lame, but it’s a fact.
Besides getting to know more people, I’m also discovering the entire world of the media. We basically live, breathe and sit in it 24 hours a day. If you’re at the movies, you’re watching TV, or you’re sitting behind your computer or texting with your cell phone. We’re all part of the process. It’s been like an eye-opener to me. Also I’ve been exposed to a larger collection of films. I have, for example, never seen The Matrix until I watched it like, a week ago. I know, shame, right? American Psycho? Never heard of it till we discussed it in class. What I especially love having to discover, is silent movies. I absolutely adore them. Well, as long as there’s a story line. Last week I saw a Buster Keaton movie called Our Hospitality. It was great. I loved it. He’s an amazing actor and acrobat and filmmaker. I’m looking up all his movies on the internet. I’m obsessed.
I kind of feel like being in love. Still wondering and exploring what the other has to offer me. What I can learn from them. In return, I give them my undivided attention. It feels great. Choosing this school and this study has really been the decision I’ve made in a very long time. I’m finally happy.
One of my favorite fashion designers Marc Jacobs has his very own website. I’m in heaven.
Check it out: http://www.marcjacobs.com
It’s so cute! We loves!
put your hands up!
Don’t we all love fashion blogs? I know I do. I actually spent about 3 days checking out fashion blogs on the internet while I was still unemployed and basically had nothing to do. Lookbook for example, is one of my favorites. I adore the fashion displayed on the website, and I love the smart photography. But I’m actually pretty bothered by one thing. The girls at Lookbook and all other fashion blogs are all pretty skinny. And most of the time the outfits they wear only look good on skinny girls. And that really sucks.
But, worry no longer, my fellow curvy girls. Salvation has arrived and it has taken form in Dutch fashionista/blogger Naomi Plet. She runs her very own successful fashion blog, specially for us girls that got a little more junk in the trunk (which is totally okay of course). Naomi has amazing style and shows that you don’t necessarily need to be a size 0 to be able to pull off stylish outfits.
What a marvelous discovery indeed. Check out her website at liveeatandbreathefashion.blogspot.com and be inspired.
Fashion is moving forward. And we’re loving it. Keep doing your thing, Miss Naomi. Fashion needs people like you!
- Damon: If he's not a vampire, then what is he?
- Stefan: Ooh, maybe... He's a Ninja Turtle. Or a zombie.
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No. That’s not my name.
- Kid: [crying]
- Woman: Stop crying, it makes you look ugly.
- Kid: [stops crying, sniffs]
- Woman: Never mind. Go on, cry.