The Way I Is.

Sometimes I wish that the back of my head had a slot that would print out all of the random thoughts I have late at night. Or I wish that I was motivated enough to grab my computer and write it all down as its happening. I love sessions right before bed in which I can wander into the deepest caves of my mind, uninhibited.

Last night, Shanequa and Ian harassed me because I'm so private about my life. I'm kind of glad they did because it got me thinking about why I am the way I am. It came down to two things. One, I feel that the more details I give out about my life, the more transparent I become. There are very few things in life that are solely your own. I feel like my personal life is one thing that I can control and its like a secret that only I know. Secondly, I don't like being told what to do or how to do them. Ian brought up that he likes to talk about his feelings/ personal life because of advice. While I respect and love and VALUE the opinions of my friends, most of the time I know exactly what I want.

That being said, I really admire people who put their feelings on the table. People who can be open with people and find it easy to share personal situations. I think they are brave in a way. Most people have that person they have known their whole life or at least know their whole life story. I do not. Last night I realized how fragmented my life story is. I haven't had a friend outside of my family who has crossed through every period of my life. I spent my early childhood in Chicago, the second half of elementary school and junior high in orange, high school in new haven, and now Im in college. Every different fragment had a different social group. I rarely filled anyone in on the majority of my past. I think in some way this has added to my liking for privacy. I don't know.

This was better thought out last night. Time has screwed with the eloquence of my argument lol.
Anyways. I don't like cuddling with my friends. I don't know why. I just don't. It's weird.

In conclusion. I love Ian and Shanequa even though they are jerks.

Woe is me. Crazy weather is making me sick

So. Last night was frigid. FRIGID. I welcomed this change after a slew of sweaty sleepless nights. I woke up this morning with a head cold, however, the only down side. It felt like my head was flying away and that my nose would run rivers. Hopefully this weather gets its act together and stops fluctuating temperatures like a pregnant woman's moods.
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So...

Sup my sexy people :] I know its been a while, but at least I’m consistent with my inconsistencies…right? Currently I am sitting in the hallway of my dorm with my weekend bag, backpack, purse, and another paper bag of shoes. Why you ask? I just got back to school from a great weekend at home. I gave my key to my roommate because she lost hers on Friday and I didn’t want to lock her out nor keep the room unlocked all weekend. Now she’s at work… Add that to my list of frustrations, including the following

·      Still broken foot (three more weeks yall!)

·      Increasing amount of metal in my mouth…plus a rubber band that connects the top and the bottom

·      A nauseating amount of schoolwork to do

I know we can all complain about the schoolwork. BLEH. Anyway, I’m sure the few of you that are reading are not going to want to hear me whine like a little beesh…so I’ll end my complaints here. Hopefully my roommate will come back soon and shorten the time that I spend looking like a well educated and dressed hobo.

Before I leave you guys to do some work that I have been neglecting all weekend, I want to mention an AWESOME movie that you will probably never hear about. It’s a Bollywood movie called the Three Idiots. DON’T GET TURNED OFF BY THE FACT THAT IT’S A BOLLYWOOD MOVIE. This film doesn’t have as much as the dancing, singing, glitter, and utter gayness that most Indian movies thrive off of. Yes there are songs. Yes there are choreographed dance sequences. BUT, this movie actually has a plot line AND a twist! WHAT?! A TWIST IN A BOLLYWOOD MOVIE THAT WE DIDN’T SEE COMING?! That’s Right guys. A full bodied twist. This movie is a mix of comedy, romance, death, and inspiration. I don’t know how else to explain it. Check out the trailer below and go see it. If you want to see it in theaters, its playing at the Bridgeport Theater. It is also online at youtube and if I find it elsewhere I’ll post it. Hope you guys have a happy Monday and if I don’t write again before next week, have a great week!

Have you ever thought you loved someone who you knew was no good for you or that you could not have, yet you still think about them constantly? How do you make that go away?
bah.
you make yourself so hard to forget, so easy to remember.

saddam.

For the love of fashion

Fashion. Fashion. Fashion. Why is the world of fashion so captivating? Is it the glamorous lifestyle? The creative expression? The universality? The agelessness? I am not a fan of talking about fashion openly. I feel like it can be a vain, if not pointless, topic that only airheads talk about from time to time. There are so many other more pressing and important issues to be discussed in today's world, whether it be history, the present, the future, medicine, politics, etc. However, I must admit that I am attracted to this interesting world filled with beauty, originality, and imagination. 

This past summer when I was in India, I picked up a copy of Vogue India. I had rarely seen Indians like myself represented in fashion or mass media before. I never needed nor particularly wanted a model to bear the same skin tone or similar features as myself. I have been content in my own skin and understand that fashion transcends race/ethnicity/skincolor simply because clothes and accessories of any designer can theoretically be worn by anyone. I was surprised to find that I was inspired and excited to see women I could relate to on the glossy printed pages of one of the most famous magazines in the world. 

Beyond its universality, I am further intrigued by the sheer beauty of it all. Fashion is one of those few areas in which you can make a public statement, express your creativity, or formulate a piece of art. What you wear can shape the way that other people perceive you and how you feel about yourself. See The Sartorialist or Chictopia. Both sites give fashion inspiration and show different looks that really define the wearers personality. As for the piece of art? Tell me this is not beautiful.

Anyway. I like it. :]

Somebody stole my shoes

...Or I misplaced them. Either way I am angry. I cannot find a pair of black satin peep toe pumps that I bought from Saks (off 5th) for $35 (STEAL!! I KNOW) I might go into depression. More later.