07:
Another rant. What do you expect? I’m stuck in another state with extremely narrow minded people. Sigh, I love fashion and style and I seriously have a lot of respect for other people who dress the way they really want to because of how much shit we have to put up with.
When surrounded by people who don’t share the same interest in me I face weird stares and stupid questions such as, “why are you wearing those shoes?” “oh mah gawd bro, that’s just weird” I’m sooooooo fucking sick of it. DO I, question their disgusting taste? No, I don’t. Of course if I tried to they would simply look at me and justify their style by referring to what most people wear. Little do they know or realise that in general the common public has no sense of style whatsoever, and has no authority to question my own. In fact, most people don’t even have style.
This probably doesn’t make sense, anyway. I showed one of these people an image of a recent Chanel Haute Couture look and this person referred to it as one of the ugliest things she has ever seen and she would not be caught dead in it. At said time, this person was wearing brown extremely short shorts, a common red tight top and a common black vest. Clearly has a keen interest in style…….. I sarcastically remarked that she had higher authority on fashion than Karl Lagerfeld, fashion genius and legend and she responded by kindly demanding that I shut up and going on to tell me how most fashion is just stupid.
Yes, everyone. Most fashion is stupid. Because, us fashion people aren’t particularly keen on the typical shit like thongs and boring t-shirts and shorts. WE ARE STUPID. It doesn’t matter that we’re actually being far more unique by being creative in our outfit choices and wearing whatever we want despite the crap we put up with. We’re stupid.
Is it just me? Or is humanity seriously fucked?
06:
I know, I know, I complain a lot. I’m 19 years old yet I probably seem like an angsty 14 year old*. I can’t help it, a lot of stuff pisses me off. I like a lot of things too, I just happen to feel the need to express my negative feelings more. Probably because I find them more interesting. Who wants to read a post about the euphoria that I feel when I taste Coke Zero?
So, the topic of today’s rant is, people thinking they are like alternative/weird/generally fabulous because of the “weird dreams they had man” I’m so, so, so sick of people going on about how crazy and fucked up their dreams are and how much of a creative and fascinating person this makes them. Give. Me. A. Break! Having supposed “weird” dreams is not unique or fascinating at all, so stop rubbing it in my face fool! DREAMS ARE SUPPOSED TO BE WEIRD Hence why they are, ah, DREAMS. It’s a creation of your subconscious mind, anything goes, therefore, the chances are it’s going to be out of the ordinary and nothing like reality. In fact, in my opinion, dreams are far more strange when they are closer to reflecting reality.
Rant over. I spent about three hours cleaning up and organising my desk area today. So much crap that didn’t belong to me was lying around, anyway amongst all of said crap, I found a pile of stickers I had completely forgot about and decided to pimp my diary. I know it’s insanely tacky but I love it, I kind of like tacky stuff like that. Before the pimping my diary was just the regular black looking thing. Perhaps this will add more excitement to the year.
I shall be going to the Gold Coast tomorrow… mm it’s going to be fun trying to dress myself in humid weather. NOT. Whatever, I love Movie World.
*I don’t mean to imply that every single 14 year old is angsty and lame. It’s just a general statement, don’t take me too seriously. Please.
03:
I went to Myer today to buy some foundation from Givenchy. I’ve tried a few different brands and Givenchy is by far my favourite, which is why I keep going back to it I guess. The lady that assisted me had a french accent so I asked if she was from France to which she replied yes. We discussed how french people, in general, are quite chic and she told me that I looked cute. I must say I was glad an old, classically, stylish, french lady approved of my outfit. So, while at myer I had a look around at the clothes. Lately when I’ve gone to my usual retail stores like Myer, General Pants, MYL etc, I’ve been kind of disappointed with the stock. The general fashion and trends was pissing me off and it was really difficult to find stuff I like. I mean, I love vintage shopping but most of the time I have to get stuff altered for the fit, etc, so it takes some time and effort and sometimes I just feel like buying something new and ready-to-wear! I was pleasantly surprised today. Some new winter stock has come in and I was quite pleased, there was some cute dresses and jackets, I already know the next jacket I’m going to purchase. Yes, I’m truly a freak, I keep all my future definite purchases in mind.
Anyway, I always go and look at the shoe section because I have an unnatural obsession with shoes. To my excitement, I noticed that the Moschino Cheap & Chic wedges have come out. Yes, yes, I actually got to hold these beautiful walking tools.
I was depressed when I looked at the price though, I mean, I knew they were going to be expensive… I didn’t realise just how expensive. Maybe, I’m naive. So, if anyone would like to donate to the HSPMCCW (Help Sophie Purchase Moschino Cheap & Chic Wedges) feel free to do so, the target is $1500 haha -___-
I shall leave you with a sketch I very quickly did at this lame place I’m stuck at a lot of the time that you don’t want to know about. It’s definitely not folio worthy material. ugh. Must get to that….
30:
Today my friends. haha, my friends? what the hell? As if anyone reads this blog. Anyway. TODAY I purchased credit for my mobile phone which has been credit less for about a week. During this time I have been going through credit less phone stress which is what happens when you can’t contact anyone because you can’t make calls because you are a broke bitch and have no money to pay for said calls. You get the point.
So being the “deep” thinker that I am, I began to think about what the world would be like without mobile phones, or rather what people were like before they were invented. Now, I should know such things, I was born in 1990… I don’t think 8-year-olds carried around blinged-out pink nokias back then. I only got my first phone when I was 14 so it hasn’t been that long, but you see my knowledge of what the world was like can only go so far as a child. I wasn’t thinking about stuff like that back then, I was concerning myself with what extra accessories my barbie doll could use.
Currently when I go through stages of being phone less I feel lost and disconnected with the world. Sad and pathetic, yet true. My phone has a calender with reminders of what I plan and such, it allows me to message people whenever I want to, wherever I am. So I was thinking, every time I make plans with someone, one of us usually ends up texting the other to find out where they are, how long they’ll be, etc. What did people do before mobile phones if they were running late for a meeting? Would you wait? how long would you wait for? What if something happened? When would you realise and leave? Or were people just a lot more punctual and efficient back then? Have mobile phones and our socially beneficial technology made us less efficient and lazier? Does it even matter? =/
Probably not. I guess it’s over thinkers like me that influence those crazy 6.30pm “news” segments. My bad.
22:
No really, I do sometimes. I’m so pessimistic and cynical and I can’t really express this crap to anyone because I could imagine them thinking “you’re such a weirdo” and you know… people tell me this stuff as a “joke” but I know deep down they’re really thinking it.
My brain is like my own enemy, I think about EVERYTHING sooooo much and over analyse everything to the point where it freaks me out and I begin to physically shake and feel ill. I realise that it’s messed up but I really can’t help my thoughts, I can’t help that my mind always wants to wonder about and lead me down unexplainable paths.
So I must admit that I don’t know Paris Hilton personally so I’m not in the position to completely judge her. I guess when I say Paris Hilton, more like the general idea of her. The whole plastic, bimbo, airhead way of life. It’s terrible, but it just seems so simple and shallow, it’s like she can’t hurt herself because she or rather people in that generalisation just seem so oblivious. They rarely think about stuff that would freak them out, so they don’t get freaked out.
SIGH. Perhaps I’ll have something fashionable to post about another day. For now I shall post this and get embarrassed about it somewhere down the track.
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