Beauty in Grief

My mom said something today that really struck me. She was telling me about the funeral of her coworker's son that she went to recently. The boy was 20 years old, he was kind, loving; he had his whole life ahead of him. All the usual cliches, but it was true that he was something special. My mother said that her coworker, in the midst of grief, had never looked so beautiful. She was radiant. Then, the thing that struck me: "It's almost as though in the times of immense grief, your soul, your spirit shines through." Interesting thought, at least I thought so. I do believe in God; I do believe in the afterlife; and I do believe that that young man is in Heaven where he belongs.

Conspiracy?

Topic of the day: gladiator sandals. They're the latest trend in the ever-confusing fashion industry. Anyone who's anyone is sporting a pair. I have my gripes with the fashion industry, but these shoes are truly heinous. What self-respecting woman would slap on a pair of these... things? If I wanted my legs to look stubby and thick, then I'd gladly go out and buy a pair. However, I'm quite content in buying shoes that actually flatter my body rather than make it look like I've got tee stumps for legs.
I know that those who are more informed and cultured when it comes to fashion will scoff and deride this opinion. That's absolutely fine. I know that I will never step out in a pair of gladiators. There's a reason only men in ancient times are the ones who wore them.

Truly, madly, deeply

If you had asked me only a week ago if I believed in love at first sight, my answer would have been a defiant "no". Today, though, my answer is an enthusiastic yes.
I seem to constantly fall in love with not the boy, but the idea of dating the boy. I happened to see a fine specimen on Saturday: bright blue eyes that pierced my soul, confident, fantastic hair.. the whole package. I cannot stop thinking about him now. We definitely had a "moment" of intense eye contact. I will never forget those eyes. I don't know him at all, I don't know how he treats a girl, I don't know if he's a good or a bad person, but I cannot stop thinking about him.

Genesis

Today, I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon and get myself a blog. How incredible it is that this sort of technology is freely accessible to anyone in the world. That we can, with a click of a button, publish our deepest thoughts to the world wide web. I suppose I am finished pontificating about the marvels of modern technology. As the header infers, this blog has no direction whatsoever. Anything that happens to be interesting to me is the subject matter. I have many interests. I have often thought about how I am never one thing or another. For instance, the way I am writing tonight will most likely be completely different style tomorrow. Or it will have changed in the space of 5 minutes, when I get up to eat dinner. I feel like instead of a solid human being, I am rather a gelatinous (awesome word, huh?) substance that can vary in texture and mood each minute. Not bipolar, obviously, but simply and ever-changing something or another. Well, that's it for philosophical discussion today, folks.

Right now, I have the song "Me and Julio Down by the School Yard" stuck in my head. I know, right? It's so silly and I have no idea what it means. By the way, I wore this Proenza Schouler for Target skirt with a random black cami, (fake) Ray Ban Seafarers, and tan belt and shoes from New Look in England. Technically, I didn't actually "wear" it today. I put it together today. I didn't go out at all today. I simply stayed in the house and wasted 12 more hours of my life. Not that I'm complaining. I don't think I am particularly interested in fashion. Unlike some girls, I could not describe to you every piece off of the 2008 Fall Line of Luella.