I’m sorry but what the hell. I’m not really into avant garde stuff but this bag from…Yael Mer is over the top and really friggin scary. Just like I don’t need ice cubed faces floating around in my drink or face shaped burger patties in my sandwiches, I definitely do NOT need faces on bags. Especially a FACEBAG. Maybe this is cool. Maybe this is amazingly genius. Maybe I just don’t get it. But damn, this is really ugly.
Yeah, please get me one of those so I can scare little children. And the fact that the skullcap portion is a drawstring is really creepy as well. NOT feeling it.
I’ve been reading again. And this time, I’m actually trying to FINISH the books I start. Shocking, I know. I’m in the middle of Liz Gilbert’s soul-cleansing journey in Eat, Pray, Love and it’s been really inspiring for me. It makes me want to drop everything and move to Italy. It makes me want to just leave my craptastic cubicle in Mountain View and just go somewhere, anywhere. So I’m officially putting it out there: In 2009, I’m going to go travel. I’m thinking from January 2009-April or May 2009. OR, I might go from May 2009-early August 2009. I want total cultural and language immersion and I want it NOW. I’m looking for friends, acquaintances, travel buddies so if you or someone you know is going somewhere cool…let me know about it. If not, I’ll try and figure it out on my own. I really want to do this and I just want to put that out there.
I’m willing to go ANYWHERE.
I haven’t been blogging very much. The initial coolness of having a blog starting wearing off and I forgot about it. Also this blog has no real focus and therefore it’s becomes a bit tedious to update on a regular basis. And, at this point in my life, I have nothing but crazy, neurotic, depressing things to talk about. I also question whether my writing style is captivating and easy to read. I always strive to be “funny” but I feel like I rarely achieve the funniness I want.
Anyway, in the past few weeks…
1. I celebrated my 24th birthday. Approaching my mid-20s without achieving any real accomplishments makes me very…sad. No other words to really explain it.
2. I’m quitting my second job in less than 2 years on Thursday. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I guess I’ll figure that out soon enough.
3. I’ll be starting my third job on June 2. Hopefully it will be as fun and amazing as BusinessWeek promises.
4. I’ve started studying again. I’m actually excited to see what will happen this time around when I actually try. Hopefully effort will lead to something great.
5. I’m going on vacation in a few days. Mexico and then New York. Not sure how much fun either will be. I’ll try to not let the innate party-pooper come out and ruin everyone else’s high.
That is all.
“Wemberly worried about everything.
Big things. Little things. And thing in-between…”
I don’t want to be like Wemberly. Not at all. And usually by nature, I’m not a worrier. I usually do my thing, go about my day doing the best that I can and for the most part, nothing truly terrible ever happens. Like my mom always said, “if you’re not a bad person and you don’t do bad things to other people, nothing bad will happen to you.” And for the most part, I agree with her.
Lately though, I’ve been dissecting my mother’s philosophy. What is considered “bad.” What if I’m doing things that are “bad” and I don’t even know it. Lately I’ve been worrying like little Wemberly, the self-conscious spotted little white mouse. She worried about everything and I find myself worrying as well. What if I went down the wrong path? What if things don’t actually work themselves out? What do I do next? What if all the choices I made so far in life are terribly wrong? What if I can’t find my way, turn to crack, become a crack addict, lose my job, lose my apartment, drive away all my family and friends, become a homeless bum, and then die a miserable crack-overdose induced death on the sidewalks of El Camino?!?!?! A little extreme? Sure. But WHAT IF??? If Wemberly can worry, so can I!
By the way, you’re never too old to read children’s books. So if you find yourself wandering around the children’s section in a library or at a nearby Border’s, check out Wemberly Worried. I guarantee that it’ll change your life for the better…or the worse?
For fear that my blog will slowly morph into an unofficial Gossip Girl tribute page, I will only post one picture of the hottest new cast of, according to New York Magazine, apparently the BEST. SHOW. EVER.
I LOVE LOVE LOVE Gossip Girl. Could be the awesome, drool-worthy clothes/accessories/footwear. Could be the sexy guys and gals (swooooon…I HEART Penn Badgley who plays Dan Humphrey). Could be the drama, the sex, the intrigue. I don’t know! I love it all!!! (And yes, I’ve reverted back to being 14 years of age). Tune in tonight at 8 P.M. on the CW.
I’ve wondered whether or not I, as a 23-year old woman, should be embarrassed for loving Gossip Girl and all that is considered “teeny-bop”perish. After thinking about this long and hard, my final conclusion is “NO!” Although superficial at some level, Gossip Girl is, at its core, a great and interesting social commentary on the lives of the rich in New York. It portrays the glitz, glamor, and Burberry Warrior bags that no real teenager should be able to afford but still retains the grittiness and harsh reality that comes from broken families, alcohol/drug abuse, and fucked up lives. In other words, it’s television GOLD.
