What can I say? I'm just another poor starving art student working retail to keep afloat. I have an overactive imagination and dangerous affections toward musicals, ballet, opera, and everything else that falls under the umbrella of 'theatre.' I may have missed my life's calling by not attempting to be an actress, but I've got a brother into that and Lord knows, Mom didn't need two of us in the family.
So I'm a fashion major, and she assures me that isn't any better. But I love clothes, so it was a natural step! Shopping is great. Tailored clothing is great. Karl Lagerfeld is really great.
Jeans tucked into your boots is not great. We're also over your ruched-boobs and empire-waist combination, dearie, especially when you attempt to tie a tiny ill-fitted bolero sweater over. (We were over that before it BEGAN.)I'm also a history geek. I love old things. Old architecture, old clothes, old historical sites where two hundred years ago the city's forefathers spat on the ground, and old money. Not that I'm opposed to new money, mind you.
I'm pretty sure I spent most of junior high and high school being a bit of a bookworm and possibly possessing some intelligence, but I do believe I've moved on to become a shallow, superficial, vapid girl. Grammar Nazis can't stand me, because I abuse the English language regularly.
Books are good. Movies are good. Music is good.
Celebrities on their 14:59 minute of fame are so not good. LIVEJOURNALS
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