GUESS WHAT??????????? Remember all the quotes and stuff that I did a couple days ago for my English thing? They are completely IRRELEVANT, as I found out today when I did a check-in with my teacher. SO I get to start ALL OVER AGAIN!!! WAHOOO!!! (not). Anyway...I have to get quotes RELEVANT to my search topic, not just quotes from Indian people, I have to get quotes from Indan people and American people and Indian American people about marriage stuff. So here we go.
Love is an endless mystery, because it has nothing else to explain it.~Rabindranath Tagore (poet. PWN!!!)
Well, this isn't going so well. So what I'm going to do is, since I haven't got a whole lot of time, and I have an early release tomorrow (YAAAAY!!! but you're probably going to be able to guess what I'm going to say...)I'm going to use the spare three hours that would have otherwise been used for useless boredom at school(well, not choir. choir is rather useless, except for the part where I'm super hugely musical, but it's FUN) I'm going to use the time for useless boredom at home. *ahem* I mean, I'm going to use the time in a productive manner and find about eighty bazillion quotes from Indian Americans about marriage. And THEN spend the rest of the time doing whatever I feel like doing. Wait, I'll be SO stressed out about EVERYTHING that I'm going to spend the entire three extra hours doing my quotes and not have time for ANYTHING ELSE!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!
Okay, not going to do that. But I'm going to use TWO of the hours. Or ONE of the hours. But not ALL of the hours. That would be HORRIBLE.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
fashion....?
Well, I was just reading over some fashion links on the AOL home page, and I must say, not having flash can be rather annoying. I know, I know, I'm not much of a designer in the ways that those people are, and I probably will never get past knitting the back of some pattern that I found that was supposed to be a child's sweater, but still. It is kind of interesting. I can't design for my LIFE, and I don't really like following trends, but still, it's kind of interesting to see what the designers come out with so if their stuff ever ends up making it into any of the stores I go to then I know what to look for when I mix and match. But I don't like shopping. Unless it's book shopping. Or yarn shopping. Or anything with fiber, paper, or ink I am SO there.
But what I think is really sad is the state of the models' bodies. I know that skinny is really the thing, but to me they look dead unhealthy. Wait, minus the unhealthy. They look dead on their feet. It's really sad. I mean, I don't care if someone's skinny, but most of the skinny people I know have been skinny since forever ago, so that's different. The world of models is like, "you have to weigh ten pounds or forget about it." That is just SICK. Really SICK. Honestly, I'd prefer to weigh what I am now. I'm not saying how much that is, but I'm saying it's over a hundred. Which I think is perfectly reasonable, because I SAW the chart in the doctor's office, and my weight is smack in the middle of the "healthy" section. Or somewhere in the healthy section, anyway. Because if anything I'm probably NOT overweight. It just looks like it. Because I wear really baggy sweatshirts all the time. But I like the really baggy sweatshirts. They're really nice. And warm. And comfortable. But enough of that.
WHY, I wonder, is it so cool to be so drastically skinny? WHY would anyone WANT to do that to themselves? I mean, it's one thing to be skinny but still have some muscle, but most models are just......*shudder*.
Well, for once in my life, I ACTUALLY brought the SAME PROJECT to school and ACTUALLY worked on it for the SECOND DAY IN A ROW!!!!! Can you believe it?
Well, I'm never going to get on the runway, that's for sure. That's all I have to say. And if I DO get on the runway, I'm only going to be a plus size model (not going to happen anytime soon because I'd have to gain epic amounts of weight) or a designer (again, not happening. I can't design anything more than a color sceme, and that's not much.). So the most likely thing that's going to happen to me is I'm going to work at Starbucks and then write a book about it. And then get married to some dude with epic amounts of money and become an actor. Not really, but oh well.
In reality, I'm probably going to end up being a journalist or writer of some sort, probably fantasy. Fantasy is easy because you can make anything happen. And fantasy is a LOT more fun than reality most of the time.
But still, I'm fashionably challenged. But really, I don't care. If I got to meet a designer, I would pick Christian Siriano, because he's the only designer I know about. Plus he's crazy awesome. And his stuff is crazy amazing. Which is totally amazing. And he seems really fun. But that doesn't take away from the fact that I am epically fashionably challenged. But maybe if I met Christian Siriano he could help me. I mean, true, he's epically flamboyant some of the time, but I'm willing to be epically flamboyant some of the time. Just not as epically flamboyant as he is, I admit. But still. I'm willing to wear lime green chucks that come halfway up my thighs with rainbow laces and rainbow socks with shorts and tie-die, right? So how hard could it be to get along with Christian Siriano?
Oh well, I am still allowed to dream. In the meantime I have to go to dinner.
But what I think is really sad is the state of the models' bodies. I know that skinny is really the thing, but to me they look dead unhealthy. Wait, minus the unhealthy. They look dead on their feet. It's really sad. I mean, I don't care if someone's skinny, but most of the skinny people I know have been skinny since forever ago, so that's different. The world of models is like, "you have to weigh ten pounds or forget about it." That is just SICK. Really SICK. Honestly, I'd prefer to weigh what I am now. I'm not saying how much that is, but I'm saying it's over a hundred. Which I think is perfectly reasonable, because I SAW the chart in the doctor's office, and my weight is smack in the middle of the "healthy" section. Or somewhere in the healthy section, anyway. Because if anything I'm probably NOT overweight. It just looks like it. Because I wear really baggy sweatshirts all the time. But I like the really baggy sweatshirts. They're really nice. And warm. And comfortable. But enough of that.
WHY, I wonder, is it so cool to be so drastically skinny? WHY would anyone WANT to do that to themselves? I mean, it's one thing to be skinny but still have some muscle, but most models are just......*shudder*.
Well, for once in my life, I ACTUALLY brought the SAME PROJECT to school and ACTUALLY worked on it for the SECOND DAY IN A ROW!!!!! Can you believe it?
Well, I'm never going to get on the runway, that's for sure. That's all I have to say. And if I DO get on the runway, I'm only going to be a plus size model (not going to happen anytime soon because I'd have to gain epic amounts of weight) or a designer (again, not happening. I can't design anything more than a color sceme, and that's not much.). So the most likely thing that's going to happen to me is I'm going to work at Starbucks and then write a book about it. And then get married to some dude with epic amounts of money and become an actor. Not really, but oh well.
In reality, I'm probably going to end up being a journalist or writer of some sort, probably fantasy. Fantasy is easy because you can make anything happen. And fantasy is a LOT more fun than reality most of the time.
But still, I'm fashionably challenged. But really, I don't care. If I got to meet a designer, I would pick Christian Siriano, because he's the only designer I know about. Plus he's crazy awesome. And his stuff is crazy amazing. Which is totally amazing. And he seems really fun. But that doesn't take away from the fact that I am epically fashionably challenged. But maybe if I met Christian Siriano he could help me. I mean, true, he's epically flamboyant some of the time, but I'm willing to be epically flamboyant some of the time. Just not as epically flamboyant as he is, I admit. But still. I'm willing to wear lime green chucks that come halfway up my thighs with rainbow laces and rainbow socks with shorts and tie-die, right? So how hard could it be to get along with Christian Siriano?
Oh well, I am still allowed to dream. In the meantime I have to go to dinner.
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