Green Gucci Moccasins and Senility. Fun!
So yesterday, after I finished posting my last entry, I decided to go internet window shopping. I should seriously be physically restrained doing this... I get just a tad click-happy. (It's not like, REAL money, right?) I found myself at victoria's secret .com, and before I knew it, I had about $150 worth of stuff in my shopping cart and... what was that? Did I just fill out my credit card number and check "Next three business days?" Yup. I'm waiting for my mother lode to arrive on Thursday. If I seem particularly chipper at the AP American midterm, you'll all know why.
Among the purchased items were a pair of back-seamed black fishnet stockings (I didn't know they still made those) and this gorgeous teal and green brocade and lace chemise. Bootylicious. It's very Eve (not the rapper... Adam's Eve) and it's strapless and busty. Yum. I love lingeré. Can't really say why, but it's been that way forever. I remember being a little girl and being so anxious to be old enough to wear bras and have pretty nightdresses, bustiers and corsets (those came later, with my obsession with the 18th century).
So, speaking of shopping and the blatant materialism that I hold so near and dear to my heart (how's that for a segway?), I was almost convinced to buy a pair of $360 Gucci Moccasins today. Seriously. The scary part of it is, I was actually considering them for a couple minutes. I'm so easily swayed. I actually put them in my Neinam Marcus shopping cart- only a click away. This is terrible- real estate is going to be a nightmare. And, you ask, who did this swaying and convincing, and found them in the first place? Take a wild guess.
Aside from my shopping dramas, life is marching on... toward midterm week. I think I've developed the mindset that if I don't think about midterms, they'll just go away. Somehow, I'm getting the feeling that this isn't quite the right direction, but it works for now. I still need to go back and read the 10 chapters of American that I just didn't read (the days of the American History Game- make up history in class and see if you're right!) and the 10 chapters of physics that I simply forget ever learning. Apparently, the only things I can remember long term are clothes, music, conversations, and inside jokes- although after today's little reminiscing session with Nicy I'm not so sure about the last two.
So, I'm apparently going senile at the age of 16, but that's life. I'm going to be the most decrepit old woman, though, and I haven't taken it upon myself yet to prevent this slow and painful decline into a rocking chair. Let's see... I'll have gnarled feet from the years of stilettos, ransacked skin from stage makeup, Quasimodo-esque posture from years of slouched sitting at my computer and carrying my whole life around with me on my shoulders, and a tie-dyed hairdo from years of indecisive coloring. Yup. The autumn of my life looks bright.
In other pressing news, I think Toffee Heath Bar Crunch may replace Half-Baked as my favorite Ben & Jerry's flavor. Shocking, I know- stay tuned in for further developments.
So, to close, a little recap
1. I'm a shopaholic. I need help.
2. If anyone feels like buying me the Gucci moc's, I'm a size 9.5 and I want them in green. ($400 in cash is also acceptable)
3. American history? Let's just skip a couple hundred years...
4. Me = senile = forgive me if I forget your name and begin calling you "Eugene" for no apparent reason
5. Check back with me in 80 years- it'll be a good "point and laugh" session
6. Toffee Heath Bar Crunch is... SCRUMPTRELESCENT!!
and not recapping, but...
7. Does anyone know how to post pictures? Can you leave a comment telling me how? (I'll love you forever...)
8. Even if you don't, leave a comment anyway- I heart comments. It makes me feel like I have friends. Humor me.
9. This list is getting too long
10. Way too long.
11. I swear I'll stop now.
12. Really.
13. I'm done.
14. Now for real.
Among the purchased items were a pair of back-seamed black fishnet stockings (I didn't know they still made those) and this gorgeous teal and green brocade and lace chemise. Bootylicious. It's very Eve (not the rapper... Adam's Eve) and it's strapless and busty. Yum. I love lingeré. Can't really say why, but it's been that way forever. I remember being a little girl and being so anxious to be old enough to wear bras and have pretty nightdresses, bustiers and corsets (those came later, with my obsession with the 18th century).
So, speaking of shopping and the blatant materialism that I hold so near and dear to my heart (how's that for a segway?), I was almost convinced to buy a pair of $360 Gucci Moccasins today. Seriously. The scary part of it is, I was actually considering them for a couple minutes. I'm so easily swayed. I actually put them in my Neinam Marcus shopping cart- only a click away. This is terrible- real estate is going to be a nightmare. And, you ask, who did this swaying and convincing, and found them in the first place? Take a wild guess.
Aside from my shopping dramas, life is marching on... toward midterm week. I think I've developed the mindset that if I don't think about midterms, they'll just go away. Somehow, I'm getting the feeling that this isn't quite the right direction, but it works for now. I still need to go back and read the 10 chapters of American that I just didn't read (the days of the American History Game- make up history in class and see if you're right!) and the 10 chapters of physics that I simply forget ever learning. Apparently, the only things I can remember long term are clothes, music, conversations, and inside jokes- although after today's little reminiscing session with Nicy I'm not so sure about the last two.
So, I'm apparently going senile at the age of 16, but that's life. I'm going to be the most decrepit old woman, though, and I haven't taken it upon myself yet to prevent this slow and painful decline into a rocking chair. Let's see... I'll have gnarled feet from the years of stilettos, ransacked skin from stage makeup, Quasimodo-esque posture from years of slouched sitting at my computer and carrying my whole life around with me on my shoulders, and a tie-dyed hairdo from years of indecisive coloring. Yup. The autumn of my life looks bright.
In other pressing news, I think Toffee Heath Bar Crunch may replace Half-Baked as my favorite Ben & Jerry's flavor. Shocking, I know- stay tuned in for further developments.
So, to close, a little recap
1. I'm a shopaholic. I need help.
2. If anyone feels like buying me the Gucci moc's, I'm a size 9.5 and I want them in green. ($400 in cash is also acceptable)
3. American history? Let's just skip a couple hundred years...
4. Me = senile = forgive me if I forget your name and begin calling you "Eugene" for no apparent reason
5. Check back with me in 80 years- it'll be a good "point and laugh" session
6. Toffee Heath Bar Crunch is... SCRUMPTRELESCENT!!
and not recapping, but...
7. Does anyone know how to post pictures? Can you leave a comment telling me how? (I'll love you forever...)
8. Even if you don't, leave a comment anyway- I heart comments. It makes me feel like I have friends. Humor me.
9. This list is getting too long
10. Way too long.
11. I swear I'll stop now.
12. Really.
13. I'm done.
14. Now for real.