Darling

I have put together the most darling outfits ever. And when I have the money, I'm going to buy them!

I have a great number of random clothing sites. I don't really know how I found any of them, I just did. I have two favorites though. One, Jackthreads, is a low-scale designer sale site for men. Good, quality, amazing clothes sometimes up to 60% off. It's a host site catering to amazing sales. I love it! The other is my personal favorite. Bluefly ('the ultimate hookup for the fashion obsessed'). Same type of host site, only it's all designer brands. Everything there is on sale. All of it. And I love every single article of clothing. Not to say that, because of the sale, it's necessarily affordable. Some of it is still insanely expensive (like my favorite boots in the world Balmain Black Satin and Stretch Lace-Up Boots). The only problem with Bluefly is that since it is a sale sight, some things get sold out. Some very very nice things get sold out.

All of this is fairly irrelevant except for Bluefly. I was looking through the site, lusting after clothes like I normally do, and I came upon a few articles of clothing that I found particularly lust-worthy.

Imagine me in these!
Actually imagine anyone in these.

Outfit #1

Shumaq true blue 'Sophia' ruffle dress
Miu Miu black patent ruffle bow peep toe pumps
Judith Ripka black onyx and diamond meduim j hoop earrings
Prada grey faded leather crystal kisslock small clutch

Outfit #2
Diesel ivory cotton-silk 'Ohiohi' ruffle trim skirt
Rebecca Beeson flamingo ruched jersey scoop neck top
Miu Miu dark brown leather cut-out lace-up pumps

Outfit #3
Work Custum Jeans black destroy ripped 'Moto Zip' skinny jeans
BCBGMAXAZRIA black slash detail jersey tunic
Report Signature black suede 'Thompson' cutout platform booties

Outfit #4
7 For All Mankind blue wash 'Roxanne' distressed skinny jeans
Splendid white burnout jersey ruched shoulder top
Boutique 9 dark blue 'Radd' wedge boots

And there you have it. Just a taste of my far too expensive desires in clothing.
If you want to make me the happiest girl in the world, buy me one of these outfits. Preferably 2 or 4 :)

Cheating Leavers and Leaving With Cheaters

Unfortunately there is a certain breed of people (yes, I'm saying breed) who, upon conception, had some little important gene left out of them. This gene would be the gene of decency - especially in a relationship. To cut short our nice little description, these people are Cheaters. You know, those detestable people who aren't humans and, for some god forsaken reason, decide to pursue a new relationship while they're already in one instead of just breaking the first off and being an honorable, normal human being.

Now, after a while, for some Cheaters, they decide that they would like to leave their spouse and live happily ever after with their new soulmate. So they pack up, leave their old true love and their kids, and start a new life with someone else.

What I cannot understand for the life of me is that this new 'soulmate' is completely trusting in that Mr/Ms Cheater loves them with their whole heart and they'll never do anything to hurt them and never in a million years would they cheat. That's completely out of the question.

Doesn't this Other Woman/Man realize that they're no longer the 'Other'? And Cheater so easily left their former non-Other. What's to keep them from doing the same thing again with just another face?

I just find it all completely ridiculous. I could never, first of all, cheat. And most certainly, I could never live with a cheater. And I could never ever ever be the Other Woman because if he ever left his spouse, I would never trust that he wouldn't leave/cheat on me.

Why are there still Cheaters? You'd think that we'd have Selective Breeding-ed  their asses out of existence! If, that is, it's a gene. I'd rather it be a gene. Something out of their control rather than a deliberate choice to be a horrible person.

No School and Toupees

Like I said, no school! I don't know what the other part of my title has to do with anything. Just thought I'd put it up there.

I am eating cottage cheese.
Nom Nom Nom.

I think I love Denise from The Cosby Show. Not only is she absolutely GORGEOUS, but she goes off on tangents about things she has an issue with using the same logic I do! In other words, usually very illogical, yet somehow plausible, logic. If she actually existed, I would SO be friends with her.

Tomorrow, or maybe later today, I'm going to write a frustrated post.

Let There Be Snow!

I have conceded, succumbed, and otherwise allowed myself to be utterly boring and blog about the obvious.

SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 


Yes. Snow. I love snow! It's so picturesque and cold and beautiful and these are all very normal words but I can't really think of any others because I'm thinking about the snow, not suitable adjectives.

Now while I adore all the lovely frozen rain falling from the sky, I am grievously upset because Boyfriend's car Oliver (yes he named his car and yes I adore that and yes naming cars is cool so name your car if you already haven't) handles terribly in the snow which means that I probably won't be seeing him for a while. Until the snow melts anyways.

The other reason I am so monstrously mourning is that, for some unknown reason, school has not been cancelled! How absolutely obscene! It's at the top of a hill, there's a good four inches of snow (us Washingtonians are pathetic so four inches of snow is a lot), and everything is cold and pretty. We should not be at school today. But oh and alas, we are.

On the bright side, the college closes at 3 so my terrible, awful, disgusting biology lab is either cut short or not happening! YAY!

I have nothing else to say other than.......


LET THERE BE SNOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Providing, of course, I can have Boyfriend curled up with me in front of a fire with a movie, a book, and hot chocolate.


Oh yeah, we're over halfway done with breaking my relationship record.
Two months as of yesterday :)

The Rehab Club for Christian HomeSchoolers (The Conversation That Spurned an Epiphany)

Today I was strolling around campus with my brother and one of our friends. My brother and I were home-schooled until late highschool, at which point, we were enrolled in the local highschool. We are, to put it quaintly, the black sheep of the family and not just because of our high school experience. We're the wild child children. But I digress. Our friend was also homeschooled but, now understand this as it is extremely important, is not a homeschooler.
We all have relatively the same view of homeschoolers. Conservative ones anyways. And, needless to say, it's quite harsh. And then it happened.

Silence

 Me: You know how there's a 'The Christian Club'?
The Guys: Yeah...
Me: There should be a... like... The antithesis of 'The Christian Club'. Only not so...
My Brother: HAHAHAHA what?!
Me: No really! It'd be like a change christian homeschoolers! Corrupt them and normalize them!
My Brother: Haha it'd be like a rehab for homeschoolers.
Me: EXACTLY! That's it! That's it! It could be 'The Rehab Club for Christian HomeSchoolers'!

Now while I am entirely doubtful that the ASC would EVER EVER EVER in a million years actually give the ok to make such a club............................................... I'm super tempted to try anyways.

Surprise!

Stillness before
A sudden jump will startle
Quiet hesitation
Did it really just occur?

No
I don't think it did
Forget about it as
It was just a spasm.

But wait
What was that?
You feel that?
You hear that?

Squeaks like
A dying mouse
Meeting
A hungry cat.

Jolting
Like an electric fence
Meeting
A careless hand.

But that after feeling
Breathlessness tickles
Like a little gray fog upon
My lungs - shrouding sense
In stunned epiphany.

Revelation speaks
To what I have revealed
What was that?
Oh... I hiccuped.

No Title In Mind

On mornings that you wake up feeling like you got hit by a bus and run over by a herd of reindeer at some point during the night, it is my personal opinion that you should, in fact, get hit by a bus and run over by a herd of reindeer at some point during the day so that feeling like you got hit by a bus and run over by a herd of reindeer is thoroughly and satisfactorily justified so you can achieve random people's validation for having lived through being hit by a bus and run over by a herd of reindeer.

I had a dream that I was making out with Billy Crystal. Or rather, Harry Burns (from When Harry Met Sally). I don't even like Billy Crystal. While I was making out with Billy Crystal I was thinking about how much I am not attracted to Billy Crystal. Then he started talking about Boyfriend like he was dead or something. I began to imagine how funny it would be if Boyfriend showed up and started beating Billy Crystal up. He never did though. Then the dream morphed and Billy Crystal disappeared and suddenly I was at school in my underwear. I've never had a dream where I was in my underwear. Not in public anyways. But the funny part is that I wasn't embarrassed. I was completely comfortable without clothes on. My mother on the other hand, was most upset and took me to Wal-Mart and made me wear candy cane striped sweatpants but bought me no top to go with it. How very strange. Either I have a secret desire to come to school in my underwear or I have a deep, undying fear of candy cane striped sweatpants. I don't know which it is.

So there's this very very very annoying person here that usually tries to talk to me. I'm rather miserable today but I actually hope he comes up to me and says something along the lines of 'you look like shit.' because if he does that then I can say something along the lines of '-says something extremely insulting, ego-destructive, character degrading, and so mind-numbingly cruel so that Annoying Person never talks to me again-' It sounds like fun.

So when I make a decent amount of money, I'm completely reinventing my look. I'm buying things from Anthropologie, Banana Republic, Guess, Buckle, Miss Me, and Victoria's Secret. I will dress with straight class. I will be mainly prep with just a hint of retro indie. I can't wait.

I don't understand what it is with all these grown adults being so obsessed with Pokemon. It's a little obscene. A few pull off their addiction quite adorably but for the most part, it irritates me. Get a real hobby people... And a shower and a job while you're at it.

Ok maybe the above statement was a little cruel.

I'm not retracting it.