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.
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.
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.
