Umm, can I please just BE Ashley Olsen? That dress is to DIE for.
Let's cross off my mental list, one at a time. (Sorry about the sporadic-ness)
Fashion is our first matter, as always. Is it normal to suddenly get the feeling that you're going to throw up when you see a picture (a professional/artsy/candid picture) of a gorgeous woman wearing a painfully stylish, morbidly incredible outfit? Or, if you find an amazing vintage piece, or an article of clothing/accessory/shoe that stops you dead in your tracks, immediately flushing hundreds of rash thoughts of how to rob a bank to get them in your possession? This is literally how excited fashion gets me. For those of you who don't understand, now you know. I can actually almost involuntarily vomit over a dress or a shoe or a complete look (see image above for another example of a dress worth getting sick over.)
I don't know what it is about fashion in general lately. But I feel like I'm in my prime. I'm on top of my game, finding the absolute best pieces that have extreme potential to complete my wardrobe, finding the rarest of vintage pieces for what can easily be justified as "cheap". Not to mention, my design/production skills have sky rocketed times a million, out of nowhere. (I have not been practicing. I barely have time to lift my coffee mug to my mouth these days.) I find the most intense inspiration from the simplest of things, and the outfits I've been able to create are blowing my mind. I don't know where it's coming from, and I'm not complaining, but the fashion God's are surely smiling down on me.
My next issue of business is that my family totally RULES. Thank you personally to each family member, Madre, Padre, Stacey and Nicole, who totally helped me get my life back on track these last few days. Because of these four astounding little helpers, I am no longer wanted by the police forces in practically every township, borough, and city in New Jersey. No more pullin' me over, coppers. I'm DONE getting in trouble. And I mean it! That's not a lie. I don't lie. Shut up!
No, but really. I'd be an unemployed, car-less, license-less, total loser of a twenty four year old, parked on my couch monday-friday, being so lame that it hurts to look in the mirror. But instead, I'm ready to make a zillion changes to every little thing that needs change in my life. (This has NOTHING to do with Obama, either.) I'm startin' fresh, like a bakery on a monday morning. Not only have I been scared crapless, but I've been inspired to fix the things that aren't working for me. Thank You, Pinho's!
While we're on the subject, for all of you guys that I have not seen for like, two weeks now, because the state of NJ hates me, along with my car hating on me as well, my car will be 100% by tomorrow afternoon (I hope). So let's do something? I miss you.
This next issue is actually quite bothersome to me. Recently, a LOT of things have been revealed to me. Good things and bad things a like. Things about people, friends, ideas, thoughts (organized and not so organized ones), basically anything that covers the grounds of "life" in general, has been revealed to me. But the biggest bone that I have to pick, is people, friends in particular, who just aren't real. I'm not mad, I'm actually glad that I can filter out my friends by seeing their true colors. I mean, really, it's unfortunate for them more than anyone. Poor things must really be confused. To not know who you are, or what you want, or whatever your issue is, must really tie you up.
You can't live one way on Monday, and then be a totally different animal on Tuesday. You just can't. You're not fooling anyone but yourself. You're not confusing anyone but yourself. And the reality of it is, is that you're going to be standing all alone in the end, because nobody is going to know who you are. Take off your many hats, and be the person who's name is on your birth certificate.
Well, at almost 1am on Thursday night, I can FINALLY rest my brain of all of the stresses of life that had me tangled up. I'm never letting things get this out of control ever again. I've never been so stressed/freaked out in my life. I'm putting it all behind me, getting back up on my horse, and enjoying what's left of this beautiful life.
