To stop doing Jordan Catalano's homework.
Actually, I guess my New Years resolution, if I have one, is to be more a part of the world, keep in touch better with my loved ones. Bother my brother more, go to more shows and art galleries, maybe, I don't know, see some movies in the theater, go dancing. . .anything that involves interacting regularly with people who are not on my TV, or actual breathing beings who are not Huck + Zsaj. So in that spirit, I am doing one of those "I have nothing to say but I'm blogging anyway" updates.
So today:
I got a really cute shirt at Kohls for $5, and I am wearing it with my hot boots and I have managed to look 1) skinny 2) professional 3) cute as hell 4) color coordinated without the unintentional goth thing I've been doing all season (last season there were some very nice oranges, fuschias and teals I was rocking the hell out of. This season? I can wear black, white, burgandy, and grey if it's not overwhelming because it washes me the hell out. Seriously, I love me some cranberry and wine, but THAT'S ALL I OWN NOW, and not on purpose). I am also having a phenomenal hair day, due mainly to my blowdryer of Satan.
Let me tell you about this blowdryer: I bought it at Target for $20. It is a ceramic round brush, that the ionic hot air blows *through*. So your hairbrush IS your blowdryer. Your ceramic, ionic blowdryer. It has two different size brush attachments and a regular blowdryer head attachment. It looks like a crazy old-school vibrator. It makes my hair look perfectly curled-under without being frizzy, or crunchy, or stiff which, when you have bleached streaks and you blowdry every day, is a major accomplishment, even though I use psychotically expensive conditioner. My hair is swingy and light and soft and you could almost believe it hasn't been fried to within an inch of its life. I love it. More than I should love a blowdryer.
So yeah, I'm still weirdly pale today, even more me, which.. .is saying something, since I'm the palest Native Tucsonan ever, but for the most part the looking obscenely adorable is making up somewhat for the fact that I'm having the worst period I've had in probably a year. I'd much rather be at home watching reruns of the Biggest Loser (that I TiVoed, because I actually AM the biggest loser, ever), but thankfully my job is low-key and not stressful. And at home, my fridge is full of left-over party food, so instead of normal like, two-day-old Kraft mac+cheese I have tapenade and tiny onion tart appetizers and crap, and I haven't been eating outside of meals, but I sure have been thinking about when meals are coming. So instead I bring the leftovers to work with me, and have the yuppiest salad ever (arugula, blueberries, walnuts, goat cheese, soy chicken, and balsamic), and don't have to think about all the yummy just 5 feet away in the fridge. Cause the work fridge? Just has mayonnaise that went bad three years ago.
That's got to be more than enough random useless info for about a week, no?
ETA: I just realized I sound kind of obsessed with how much stuff costs. It's because I'm broke, and also get a weird glee from getting awesome stuff for very little money. But I think every time someone tells me they love something, I always have ot be like "I know! I got it on CLEARANCE!" When did I become that girl?
So today:
I got a really cute shirt at Kohls for $5, and I am wearing it with my hot boots and I have managed to look 1) skinny 2) professional 3) cute as hell 4) color coordinated without the unintentional goth thing I've been doing all season (last season there were some very nice oranges, fuschias and teals I was rocking the hell out of. This season? I can wear black, white, burgandy, and grey if it's not overwhelming because it washes me the hell out. Seriously, I love me some cranberry and wine, but THAT'S ALL I OWN NOW, and not on purpose). I am also having a phenomenal hair day, due mainly to my blowdryer of Satan.
Let me tell you about this blowdryer: I bought it at Target for $20. It is a ceramic round brush, that the ionic hot air blows *through*. So your hairbrush IS your blowdryer. Your ceramic, ionic blowdryer. It has two different size brush attachments and a regular blowdryer head attachment. It looks like a crazy old-school vibrator. It makes my hair look perfectly curled-under without being frizzy, or crunchy, or stiff which, when you have bleached streaks and you blowdry every day, is a major accomplishment, even though I use psychotically expensive conditioner. My hair is swingy and light and soft and you could almost believe it hasn't been fried to within an inch of its life. I love it. More than I should love a blowdryer.
So yeah, I'm still weirdly pale today, even more me, which.. .is saying something, since I'm the palest Native Tucsonan ever, but for the most part the looking obscenely adorable is making up somewhat for the fact that I'm having the worst period I've had in probably a year. I'd much rather be at home watching reruns of the Biggest Loser (that I TiVoed, because I actually AM the biggest loser, ever), but thankfully my job is low-key and not stressful. And at home, my fridge is full of left-over party food, so instead of normal like, two-day-old Kraft mac+cheese I have tapenade and tiny onion tart appetizers and crap, and I haven't been eating outside of meals, but I sure have been thinking about when meals are coming. So instead I bring the leftovers to work with me, and have the yuppiest salad ever (arugula, blueberries, walnuts, goat cheese, soy chicken, and balsamic), and don't have to think about all the yummy just 5 feet away in the fridge. Cause the work fridge? Just has mayonnaise that went bad three years ago.
That's got to be more than enough random useless info for about a week, no?
ETA: I just realized I sound kind of obsessed with how much stuff costs. It's because I'm broke, and also get a weird glee from getting awesome stuff for very little money. But I think every time someone tells me they love something, I always have ot be like "I know! I got it on CLEARANCE!" When did I become that girl?