halloween continued
today is the real halloween and no one is outside. not a single costume.
i went to the city by myself because i needed to take pictures for photography and no one was able to come because they have midterms tomorrow. anyway, i made it all the way to quincy market and by the time i climbed up to the street it was dark..dark at 4:00 and i forgot about daylight savings. i had traveled for an hour to get there and i couldnt just turn around and go back home, so i walked around for awhile and checked stuff out.
it was pretty desolate and i found myself making phone calls to home while sitting on a park bench next to a paul rivere statue. it was breezy and the wind would cause the leaves to swirl in circles around my feet and blow up to land on my lap. it was quiet with other hushed voices around and people relaxing on other benches and couples sitting in each others arms and i talked to my family. life goes on down there in the sunny state and its weird to think about what a different lifestyle everyone has while i'm sitting on park benches checking people out.
i also realized something about materialism. its kind of difficult having roomates who have designer-everything and think its a bargain for a $60 tank top or $100 pair of jeans. i find myself browsing through stores all too often and its hard to remember to check the price tag before i begin to like something. i feel guiltier and guiltier every time i have to go to the atm or buy something for winter because a record of that gets sent right to my dad-- the person who thinks that his only use for me is to be my financial/happiness aid, when its really not true. i try so hard yet i still probably look like someone just like my roomates and everyone at my school. i wonder what is racked up in their credit card bills and how they get away with it as if coach wallets and new boots are necessity. i dont know, it just haunts me. what if i'm a shopaholic or something and ill drive myself into debt when i'm older and on my own. then i'll have to go to dad to ask for money because i'm irresponsible and stupid and buy too much discount clothes....
all i know is that i'm tired of being alone. i mean, theres always someone to hang out with and to eat with and go to parties with but who can you really count on? its hard to find someone to be able to call to hang out just because and theres always the question of whether or not you're wanted if you show up at someones room to like...spoon or something lol anyway, the point is that i'm damn jealous when i see couples holding hands and hugging and kissing. it makes me sad and alone feeling that people dont even care. i dont know what they care about but i miss those kind of things and apparently its hard to come by in college. i dont know
so i learned a couple things about man-kind through extensive research.
1. guys act very much more interested in you if you act intoxicated than if you dont.
2. eyelashes are extremely aesthetically pleasing.
the drunkenness thing came from awhile ago when i did an experiment. i think that the reason why guys approach girls more when they sense that she has been drinking is their own insecurities. under the influence of alcohol, the girls judgement is faltered and there is also less awkwardness in the process of "hooking up". therefore, that is why if you are are a girl that is the only reason why you are let into a party of someone you dont know and that is why alcohol is free. did that make sense? not sure.
all i know is that i wore fake eyelashes the other night as part of my costume. (yes, it was absolutely necessary) anyways, they werent fake looking ones, just ones that made them look extra long and full. i truly believe that the abundance of attention i recieved was because of those stupid eyelashes. hard to explain but its true. as opposed to nights where i dont wear excessive amounts of make up, where i do with no eyelashes, and when i do with the eyelashes-- the eyelash night prevailed!
--that caused the scariest men in the world to approach me..long story, whatever haha
a combination of #1 and 2 caused this conversation:
"did it hurt?"
"what, when i fell from heaven?"
"yeahhh"
"nope, because i had these wings!"
more pictures up on the website
i went to the city by myself because i needed to take pictures for photography and no one was able to come because they have midterms tomorrow. anyway, i made it all the way to quincy market and by the time i climbed up to the street it was dark..dark at 4:00 and i forgot about daylight savings. i had traveled for an hour to get there and i couldnt just turn around and go back home, so i walked around for awhile and checked stuff out.
it was pretty desolate and i found myself making phone calls to home while sitting on a park bench next to a paul rivere statue. it was breezy and the wind would cause the leaves to swirl in circles around my feet and blow up to land on my lap. it was quiet with other hushed voices around and people relaxing on other benches and couples sitting in each others arms and i talked to my family. life goes on down there in the sunny state and its weird to think about what a different lifestyle everyone has while i'm sitting on park benches checking people out.
i also realized something about materialism. its kind of difficult having roomates who have designer-everything and think its a bargain for a $60 tank top or $100 pair of jeans. i find myself browsing through stores all too often and its hard to remember to check the price tag before i begin to like something. i feel guiltier and guiltier every time i have to go to the atm or buy something for winter because a record of that gets sent right to my dad-- the person who thinks that his only use for me is to be my financial/happiness aid, when its really not true. i try so hard yet i still probably look like someone just like my roomates and everyone at my school. i wonder what is racked up in their credit card bills and how they get away with it as if coach wallets and new boots are necessity. i dont know, it just haunts me. what if i'm a shopaholic or something and ill drive myself into debt when i'm older and on my own. then i'll have to go to dad to ask for money because i'm irresponsible and stupid and buy too much discount clothes....
all i know is that i'm tired of being alone. i mean, theres always someone to hang out with and to eat with and go to parties with but who can you really count on? its hard to find someone to be able to call to hang out just because and theres always the question of whether or not you're wanted if you show up at someones room to like...spoon or something lol anyway, the point is that i'm damn jealous when i see couples holding hands and hugging and kissing. it makes me sad and alone feeling that people dont even care. i dont know what they care about but i miss those kind of things and apparently its hard to come by in college. i dont know
so i learned a couple things about man-kind through extensive research.
1. guys act very much more interested in you if you act intoxicated than if you dont.
2. eyelashes are extremely aesthetically pleasing.
the drunkenness thing came from awhile ago when i did an experiment. i think that the reason why guys approach girls more when they sense that she has been drinking is their own insecurities. under the influence of alcohol, the girls judgement is faltered and there is also less awkwardness in the process of "hooking up". therefore, that is why if you are are a girl that is the only reason why you are let into a party of someone you dont know and that is why alcohol is free. did that make sense? not sure.
all i know is that i wore fake eyelashes the other night as part of my costume. (yes, it was absolutely necessary) anyways, they werent fake looking ones, just ones that made them look extra long and full. i truly believe that the abundance of attention i recieved was because of those stupid eyelashes. hard to explain but its true. as opposed to nights where i dont wear excessive amounts of make up, where i do with no eyelashes, and when i do with the eyelashes-- the eyelash night prevailed!
--that caused the scariest men in the world to approach me..long story, whatever haha
a combination of #1 and 2 caused this conversation:
"did it hurt?"
"what, when i fell from heaven?"
"yeahhh"
"nope, because i had these wings!"
more pictures up on the website