No. 186

Ok, so geez, I'm so not a proper blogger, I strived to be when I first started, now it's just gone downhill, but i'm not much for telling people my entire daily events online, and does anyone really matter whether I used tooth paste or tooth gel to brush my pearly whites?

Ok, so Seattle and the treacherous sun.

Being the sap that I am, i'm thinking Seattle Mattle, the sun won't burn me, I never get burned. On my back, let's say, i'm feeling it. Nor to mention it's so damn hot, I just want to walk around in practically nothing, but considering that I got fat, it's not an option. I was looking at my Hawaii pictures. One word, let's say I am pulling a Mariah Carey. You know how Mariah says she can't be photographed or filmed on one particular side. At first, I thought it was false, after watching Glitter for the second time, it's true. I also would like to say that I will only be photographed like Mariah on one particular side because the other one is just simply hideous. I can't believe i'm saying or noticing this, but damn, Mariah's good. She's probably like me, my right side is perfection, but my left is well shady, it's probably due to lack of use and other genetic freakazoid things, but hey, at least I realized my "good side" before it's too late right? Now, i'll just have to remember to always face forward from the right.

Gym and the oddities

Ok, so not going to the gym for a few days, hella whoa, ok, cute guy and I thought he was British so freaking out right, I love British people, it's like this thing for me. Then after he said "me mate" or something of that sort, I realized he was Austrilian or whatever, which makes me think of Russell Crowe and that Nicole Kidman girl, two people I think are not worth any nominations, but the guy was still cute, as long as if he didn't speak. Oh, and saw this guy with some hella shrimpy legs man. Jesus, you think you'd work on them, buff 'em up, I don't get it, human oddities. Women strive to have long eye lashes and kill themselves doing it, men, naturally born with long eye lashes. Women want skinny legs, man naturally born with skinny legs. Women don't want flab and love handles, men for some odd reason either born or working out too much have hips that aren't there and shoulders the size of giant UFOs, WHY? Seriously, is this some sort of torture. Also, reading Running in Heals, the book cover scared me, it didn't look too prissy, but more Goth, which tends to you know, kinda scare me since I like those chick books, I admit it too, nothing wrong with happiness girlfriends! Reading it, and it's a good book, sort of like Mr. Maybe, but Dog Handling was very good. All courtesy of my new bookstore, graciously and most definitely known as Costco, yes and I get them at a good deal too.

Peach Pants, what the hell was I thinking about...

So, I realized that since i'm not able to love or to become this leader of the whole world, I strive my life on shopping. Yes, for some reason, I love it, it's not spending cash that makes me feel powerful, it's that good deal, that I have it and like it thing, I don't know, it's fucking odd I tell you. Everytime I go to the mall i'm thinking, "Blimey, wut 'ave I gotten me into" well just this one time since i'm all Britished out, but normally it's like "shit, why can't I find someone or something rather then spending this shit on clothes that i'll wear once or twice." My turn around for the season's clothing is about a max of 5 wears and it's over and it'll just chill in my closet. I went to Gap. I show these peach pants, at first I thought why am I buying peach when I should stick to a signature color, RED right, even though i've told my mother a dozen times, natural nature colors for PANTS ONLY, but me, no, i'm breaking my own rules. I mean, yes, red is abrasive, but you know it's a classic right? Peach is like when you try to look good, but can't seem to pull it off deal. There were 7 bucks, I really don't blame myself, but seriously, what's wong with me? Oh yea, not to menton that i'm into this whole Carolyn Kennedy minimalistic deal, yet I always manage to buy these really intricate outfits, when all I want is a nice pair of flat front khakis with a white clean simplistic lined shirt, but I always go for that floral shit or something and it always throws my outfits off if I don't think what I'll wear before hand. I actually don't pick out what I wear at night, so... Whatever, something I need to master. Also, for my UW chic, I plan to wear lots of comfy pumas with some nice gym/sweat suits ensembles, fully matching and I don't give a fuck who thinks I look prissy and not ready to workout. Whatever. Also, I had this thought, running? It was a thought, running amist million dollar houses in my neighborhood that i'll probably not own until i'm 40, no, just horrid, didn't want to do it, plus, the pavement hurts les pieds.