"we are motionless"

unhealthy addiction

Uwahhhh all these spring colors are making me so happy!

I love fashion. Not high fashion, but everyday, casual wear. The bad part about it? It's too expensive to truly invest in, like many other hobbies out there. Particularly given styles tend to change every year or so. But that's the beauty of window shopping. You can enjoy every little bit of it without wasting a penny. That and 99% of the time the clothes look better on the models then they ever would on you. Well, not you exactly, but me.

But there's a good thing about this all. My sister's birthday is on March second and she wants clothes. Which gives me leeway to actually open the door rather then gaze at through the double paned glass wishfully. Granted, none of the purchases will be staying in my closet but beggars can't be choosers eh?

I have also come to terms with my love for heels. I love heels. The sound they make, the variety they come in - the color, shape and sizes - and most of all the fact that it makes you taller. I can look down upon all you short people! BUWAHAHAHAHA. Just kidding ;) But there is something about heels that gives me 'feel good' vibes. Perhaps it's the whole concept of dolling oneself up or the fact that I feel like I am becoming more in tune with my feminine side. A curious thing it is, but it makes me happy nonetheless. Now don't get me wrong, I don't want to own 203948203942 pairs of shoes in every single shade of yellow. In fact, I am extremely content with the three pairs of heels I have right now. But if I could, I would wear heels every day. I'm weird, I know. Oh well.

Topic for the day:
Fashion is a materialistic hobby that serves only for instant gratification. Discuss.

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22 February 2010 8:10:00 AM


"this time is ours"
"Here's what I think, Mr. Wind-Up Bird," said May Kasahara. "Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Of course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things."



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