life has a funny way of sneaking up on you...
I bought a new mac, a 17 inch imac core duo actually. It has a built-in camera, a remote control, a freakin awesome photo book program and a million other toys. I also ended up getting the house wireless because, well, why the hell not. It is gorgeous, let me tell you. And this baby is setting me back a month of paychecks but, really, I don't care at all.
Tomorrow I'm going to a fashion show that is being put on by the members of a sorority. They are all in their 40s and above now and it is to benefit women. We (LC) was invited to go and so there models came and I checked out their merch today (92 items for a grand total of 3000 dollars) and I'm trekking to the Gladstone Country Club tomorrow for the party. What I didn't know and didn't find out until late tonight is that I will be speaking there about our company, our work on domestic violence awareness, and our clothing lines and their various designers and themes. WTF? Ha. So basically I will be making it up as I go and talking out of my ass and it will be great. I'm even modeling some of our stuff and I decided to buy some of it since the outfit is so expensive and I'm getting a really good deal. I mean, seriously, I would never pay 199 for a skirt but since I only have to pay 30 I find it doable. I'm supposed to be there by 10:30 so I need to leave at like 9:45 and I also have to close tomorrow night. ASS. Oh well.
Sometimes I have the weirdest snippet-like conversations with people. Why do you and I only communicate in pieces? Why do we talk about boldness and honesty and yet always seem to avoid it? Are you hinting things to me? Or are you just remarking on the sadness/uniqueness of the situation? Why do you still make me feel so on edge and unsure?
Swallow it down...
Wear it out like a three year old would do...
I said something about missing high school today, which was caused by all the students who hang out at the stark/157th st Starbucks, and everyone thought I was crazy. I know I'm not the only one who enjoyed it, right? I feel like there is so much tied up in those days, those moments. I look back at pictures and it is such a nice, warm feeling that comes over me.
Randomly, I have this wall in my room and it was blank and recently I hung things up all crazy-like and i love it. There is a frame that has some of the pictures from the set that beck took of people in that pair of sunglasses, there's the huge frame full of shots, a framed drawing, a painting, and a frame waiting to be filled.
I thought we'd be evolving together....
Photobooth is so addicting. check out my flikr for more on this.
Tomorrow I'm going to a fashion show that is being put on by the members of a sorority. They are all in their 40s and above now and it is to benefit women. We (LC) was invited to go and so there models came and I checked out their merch today (92 items for a grand total of 3000 dollars) and I'm trekking to the Gladstone Country Club tomorrow for the party. What I didn't know and didn't find out until late tonight is that I will be speaking there about our company, our work on domestic violence awareness, and our clothing lines and their various designers and themes. WTF? Ha. So basically I will be making it up as I go and talking out of my ass and it will be great. I'm even modeling some of our stuff and I decided to buy some of it since the outfit is so expensive and I'm getting a really good deal. I mean, seriously, I would never pay 199 for a skirt but since I only have to pay 30 I find it doable. I'm supposed to be there by 10:30 so I need to leave at like 9:45 and I also have to close tomorrow night. ASS. Oh well.
Sometimes I have the weirdest snippet-like conversations with people. Why do you and I only communicate in pieces? Why do we talk about boldness and honesty and yet always seem to avoid it? Are you hinting things to me? Or are you just remarking on the sadness/uniqueness of the situation? Why do you still make me feel so on edge and unsure?
Swallow it down...
Wear it out like a three year old would do...
I said something about missing high school today, which was caused by all the students who hang out at the stark/157th st Starbucks, and everyone thought I was crazy. I know I'm not the only one who enjoyed it, right? I feel like there is so much tied up in those days, those moments. I look back at pictures and it is such a nice, warm feeling that comes over me.
Randomly, I have this wall in my room and it was blank and recently I hung things up all crazy-like and i love it. There is a frame that has some of the pictures from the set that beck took of people in that pair of sunglasses, there's the huge frame full of shots, a framed drawing, a painting, and a frame waiting to be filled.
I thought we'd be evolving together....
Photobooth is so addicting. check out my flikr for more on this.