Clothes
Hi. My name is Lauren and I am a shopaholic.
I buy things that I have no intention of wearing. It's like I'm just collecting clothes for the day my life changes, when I'm a different person living in New York, being awesome with an awesome and super-easy job that pays REALLY well. I live for the day when I can be one of the millions of people walking the streets of New York City going places and having business to tend to. I love the crowd. Those sidewalks are so busy and crazy, but for some paradoxical reason, it is the most soothing experience I've ever had. I love getting lost in that town. Is it possible that a city could be your soul mate? Well, lover, I need a real job before we can be together...
I should be a broker. Or a hooker. I could be a high class postitute! But I'm too fat for that. Yes I've considered it long enough to know it would never work out because I am too fat. But that ugly myspace girl was kinda thick and she banged a politician for 10 grand a session! ... Yeah, but white prosties get more werk and ~pay~ than the black ones. It's true! How the fuck did I digress to this!?
In other news,
I just spent more money than I actually have in my possession on stuff. Shoes, denim, and a Wolf shirt that I'm DIYing into a Twilight Team Jacob shirt. Yes lol. I love buying clothes. I should be a fashion buyer. That would be cool. Or maybe I could work for some of those celebrity dress-you-up-for-the-oscars people. Like that lady from Bravo. What's her name? Skeletor. Married to that 40-year-old gay hipster! Dammit what is her NAME! Anyway, I could work for one of those types. But I dont know enough about fashion to make it work. I could always fake it... lots of people fake it!
I'm putting off going to grad school because I'm trying to figure out what it is I want to do. I lurve advertising. But I'm so limited with it. I want to supplement my current education with some business-ness learnings but I'm afraid of wasting my time and forgetting why I went to school in the first place.
I went to college with the idea of being a geologist. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to study rocks! I had this grandiose idea of living in space and studying random outerspace flyaways in hopes of discovering hidden screts of the universe and uncovering the meaning of life! It was going to bring me closer to God. I was going to devote/sacrifice my life for SCIENCE! The scientific community lost a valuable asset when I switched my major!
Is that normal? To be my age and STILL not really know what I want to be when I grow up? There are Directors of shit who are my age or not too far off. How the hell did they know what they wanted to do? What are my options? WHERE ARE YOU DREAM JOB? I dont want to settle.
I'll be the girl I shop for someday.
I buy things that I have no intention of wearing. It's like I'm just collecting clothes for the day my life changes, when I'm a different person living in New York, being awesome with an awesome and super-easy job that pays REALLY well. I live for the day when I can be one of the millions of people walking the streets of New York City going places and having business to tend to. I love the crowd. Those sidewalks are so busy and crazy, but for some paradoxical reason, it is the most soothing experience I've ever had. I love getting lost in that town. Is it possible that a city could be your soul mate? Well, lover, I need a real job before we can be together...
I should be a broker. Or a hooker. I could be a high class postitute! But I'm too fat for that. Yes I've considered it long enough to know it would never work out because I am too fat. But that ugly myspace girl was kinda thick and she banged a politician for 10 grand a session! ... Yeah, but white prosties get more werk and ~pay~ than the black ones. It's true! How the fuck did I digress to this!?
In other news,
I just spent more money than I actually have in my possession on stuff. Shoes, denim, and a Wolf shirt that I'm DIYing into a Twilight Team Jacob shirt. Yes lol. I love buying clothes. I should be a fashion buyer. That would be cool. Or maybe I could work for some of those celebrity dress-you-up-for-the-oscars people. Like that lady from Bravo. What's her name? Skeletor. Married to that 40-year-old gay hipster! Dammit what is her NAME! Anyway, I could work for one of those types. But I dont know enough about fashion to make it work. I could always fake it... lots of people fake it!
I'm putting off going to grad school because I'm trying to figure out what it is I want to do. I lurve advertising. But I'm so limited with it. I want to supplement my current education with some business-ness learnings but I'm afraid of wasting my time and forgetting why I went to school in the first place.
I went to college with the idea of being a geologist. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to study rocks! I had this grandiose idea of living in space and studying random outerspace flyaways in hopes of discovering hidden screts of the universe and uncovering the meaning of life! It was going to bring me closer to God. I was going to devote/sacrifice my life for SCIENCE! The scientific community lost a valuable asset when I switched my major!
Is that normal? To be my age and STILL not really know what I want to be when I grow up? There are Directors of shit who are my age or not too far off. How the hell did they know what they wanted to do? What are my options? WHERE ARE YOU DREAM JOB? I dont want to settle.
I'll be the girl I shop for someday.