"like the man with the dungeon stone and the gloom, rising from the underground..."
This is the first entry in my new journal from my bestest, Triple-A. The front of it says "late blooming hipster," and i thought that was funny since that was kind of last summer's phase with the glasses and the french and everything. Anyway, it is due to the request of and for the love of miss avan bobavan allen that it's up here in public, so blame her.
You'd think (and by 'think' I mean 'make an assumption based upon the journal title') that this is going to be a book about a her who just found her inner hipst along with a nifty espresso machine and a vintage grandpa jacket. You'd be wrong. Ha. Fooled you. Fooled you just like Avan, who gave me this pre-titled, pre-destined best-seller. The fact is, this is a book about a hipster (or at least a good poseur) who bloomed into the real world a little later (aka now) than she probably should have. You see Avan, herself being of the straight-legged-super-dark-denim-over-Chucks variety for quite some time, failed to notice the author's europe-meets-the cleavers style of dressing and propensity for finding obscure indie music which rocked out while at the same time had it's cock out until said author was at the peak of her Kerouac-quoting stage. This was perhaps due to the fact that Avan, like most hipsters, has a hard time noting the hipness of others, and because we did not get to hang out in person that frequently.
So why bloom? Why not remain in my blue-vinyl-hunting, foreign-film-obsessed, polaroid-taking hipster stage until at least the PTA-mom stage? Well, there are several reasons:
1. I had to have a Dell for school. No white i-book for me.
2. Dark denim in Louisiana? Cha right.
3. See #2 for the logic on no layered sweaters.
4. Straight-legged jeans do not look good with ghetto booties.
5. I really like Kelly Clarkson and Hanson, m'kay?!
6. On that same note, I was tired of looking for the 'most unknown,' 'most-indie' band of them all- just so I could get into a snobbiness fight with someone I didn't even care about in the first place.
7. I'm going to vet school. I'm going to have to forego indie films and classic novels for dissection CDs and textbooks.
8. I mentioned I'm going to vet school. Every bit of independent thought and creativity will be catheterized from my brain.
9. Chucks have no arch support...and you have to wear socks with them. I detest socks.
10. I like rap ... and country... bitches.