No. 232

So, i'm blogging. I read like the second line of my blog and it says, "Okay, so my get a call..." What am I thinking, i'm not intoxicated, I think I really meant to say, "Ok, so I get a call..." It goes to show that it's all about MYself that I forget I and Me.

Today has been odd. I didn't go out at all, like nada, I stayed home, read some 225 pages, watched the whole Emmy's and that whole E! Emmy's thing while secretly thinking that if Joan Rivers get poked by one of those feathers again she will scream and ask for the thing to be burned on site. Also, what happened to the daughter-she looked really just not right, like you know there's that heroin chic motif, it was like bad trailertrash too skinny as in Laura Flynn Boyle bulimic chic I guess, I mean, she looked great, but the dress was more like cocktail party rather then Emmy-esque. I mean, the whole feather thing was atrocious, but when can anyone ever get away with it, only at some large award show, I mean, even Liz Taylor or Diana Ross couldn't get away with it at some random function.

Anyways, I think i've solved it, my affinity with the whole American class system. Money matters, but only to a degree. It's all about reading between the lines. I mean, sure, money matters, but to belong to a certain class really has to do with the whole meaning of class and what you represent, what you represent is your class, money is like 1/3 of the whole game to belong. This came about while reading some sort of article and the author finally got it that BMWs are just as much as Hondas. I mean, he finally said it or she did, finanlly someone realized, and then I realized, it's not about the money you have entirely, it's about what you like, your tastes, what you stand for, what you see yourselves as, but then again, class is just a facade, a way of belonging, like to a church or some sort, it's just that a class is so much more glam because it involves money. Also, why is money so glam, it's dirty, not like politican dirty, but I mean, money has been handled by everyone and often makes you fee icky because it's got such crap on it. Also, what's with money, I myself never really carry anything under a 20. That's why I was so perplexed as this lady was helping her daughter exchange some Gucci classes for something else. The different was like 7 bucks, and she proceeds to actually break out a fiver and a few ones. I was shocked, shocked that this women who was like, "oh, I finally found this, it belongs to my Michael Kors glasses." She was talking about the lens wiper. I didn't know people use them, they're miniscule, just wipe at home and go. So the lady breaks out bills that are smaller then a 20. I myself always do the cash machine route so I mean, 20s, no big deal, most times though I have to admit, that the things I buy usually amount to the 20 amount. That's also the reason where i'm saying screw change, I mean, no one uses it, but my mother. The old lady in her still counts it out and stuff, while i'm like throw it in the bag and go. So, watching the Emmys, Ray Romano and that whole show he has, seen it a few times-that's middle class right? 7th Heaven is middle class right? I guess I don't live with people like that, so I myself am thinking, we're normal-we're middle class, but then it's all distorted because what makes Ray and 7th families then huh? OH, and Emmys looking a bit like Ghetto MTV VMA awards. Faux men kissing and that Emmys and SYMME thing, um, any more ghetto then that, dear god, it was like, hey we ran out of materials, here ya go man. Seriously, they could have just done better with a little lighting and a large statute of the award or just some screen, plasma as it's main focus, but that EMMY YMME thing was horrific.

School is about to begin. I am feeling kind of hapy. I mean, first off, at least I won't be spending a lot even though to say there's this thing called tuition and dorm. I realized that I could shop every single day, and the sad part is that shit is freakin' cheap ok. LIke, who pays 105 bucks for DKNY terry pants when they're marked off at the Rack to 39.99 then 75% off that, so it's like 7 bucks, but who really pays the 105 for DKNY terry pants? So, that little spending, times like every single week and sometimes twice amounts to not just a little lump sum of like a 100 bucks, but it's a lot. Like, I never thought I myself would just be spending some 2,000 bucks, I actually thought I couldn't spend that much in a year on clothes and random things like Kiehl's lip balm, but apparently, just on my calculations, I am possing the 2,000 bucks just on my own alotted little account not to mention the buckets my mom spends too, like I think i'm heading towards the 3 gs a year. 3 g's times like 21 years, wow, yea, that's when I freak out and say i'm getting poor. Also, because i've still got shit with tags, and i've gotten kind of fat-so it's really like, Winnie the Pooh, I hope you enjoy a nice Peasant blouse in hunter green for ya I got for some 17 bucks at BP. Lord, and I also amassed that great collection of college chic wear. Consisting of sets of sport gear, because we all know if you get the pants you have to get the jacket too. Dear god, and coats. I have enough coats to last me one each week without repeating the whole year and a few dress up ones for special occasionals. I have enough shoes dear god, it's like, now my shoes match my winter vests. This isn't a bragging thing, but it's like, what happened. I'm well functioning, I have friends, I read, I work out, I go to school, I worked this summer, I ate, I hung out with fam, yet I still amassed this great collection, and I went on the internet at least like 20 minutes a day and I woke up at like 10 and went to bed at 11:30 right after Will and Grace, so how could I have so much time to amass this large load of stuff. And the sad part-is i'm cheap, so I really can't see my self giving it away just yet, so it's like literally brewing in my closet. Like, I don't know what to do. It's not created a headache. I've always dreamed of that "good, stylistic well rounded closet of good shit." Now, it's like, anyone need an outfit to go to India in, i've got it, oh, you need matching accessories-i've got it locked down too. I enjoy my variation, but now it's just too much I feel, but I can't stop, it's like due to the bad economy, things are cheaper and still good quality, so i'm like dear god, most hoard. The Bon Macy had a sale. One sporty mesh skirt from Nike in baby blue, originally 28 bucks, 4 something including tax. How could I not resist, hella cheap, fit nice, great for sporty times, and I mean, the 4 bucks wasn't for used shit, it was good never been worn stuff. Dear god, this is the war i'm facing. It's like forget about high prices of oil in Iraq, i'm helping the economy way to much-like i'm feeling bad. Real bad, and my parents are still chill-they're like yea whatever we're just going about our lives. Me, i'm like, omg, i've lost receipts, I've paid way to much for dinner, omg, I just bought like more workout shit, so much that I got a yoga mat. It's insane, and I don't know what to do. I mean, I heard about this guy on Ebay who sold all his stuff and traced it's new owners-kind of shit, but why. I mean, say for instance, love this jacket-bought it for like say 50 bucks, go to Ebay it sells for 10 bucks. I mean, never really worn the thing, but my jacket to someone else is worth only 10 bucks while I paid 50 and loved it. That makes me feel used, icky, and violated. It's like saying, you taste is semi ok, but hey, I wouldn't take it for 50, i'd take it for 10. That's how it is. It's like, it's called bidding, but bidding too low makes me feel offended. That's why my large collection can't be dissipated. OMG, and Grace just won. WHOOWEE, she's good. Will and Grace have great chemistry. Off to think of what to do with large collection of amassed goods. (Not bragging-just have to get it off my chest. To bad no one is the same size as me and is a dear and close friend-or i'd readily let her borrow or give to her.)