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| I"m actually just testing to see how well my creative juices are flowing today. If I'm a writer, then I should start some MBA application essays. If it's a writer's block kind of day, then I'll study Data Sufficiency since that's the bane of my existance and doesn't require me to be in any kind of zen mood. Judging by these first few sentences, it's an okay writing day and a bad math day (well every day is a bad math day). On the way home from kung fu today, I came up with a cool idea for a blog. Start a style blog to help people dress better. Although superficial, I believe that a person has much more confidence when they think like the way they look. Studies have proven that pretty people tend to earn more money as well. Well, not all of us can be pretty, but we can certinally give off that same air of confidence that pretty self-assured people tend to have. So many people would like to dress nicer, but they don't know where to start. Now, I'm not a stylist, but I know what works well for me and I think it would be fun to help other people. Well, maybe more like experiment on other people... The blog would have the requisite 'before' picture, describe thier body type, and then it would be off to the mall! We shop, take pictures, make notes on what does and does not work then the post it on the blog. Eventually we build a wardrobe and link to each item and where you can find it online. The hope would be to be sponsored by a clothing company someday. In addition, the people watching at home could learn about how they can shop for themselves depending on their body type. And if they're brave, volunteer as a lab rat for the project. Not only would we chronicle the person's tranformation, we would also get updates on pieces they have added to their wardobe and possibly look into addressing a full on makeover. Yes, haircut, body sculpting, and lifestyle changes. There would also be categories for your budget, personal style, occassion, and amount of time required. Anyways, it sounds like fun. I like shopping - why not help someone spend thier money more wisely by making good decisions about what they buy? | | |
| 1) I remember the first time I learned: _____________________ 2) Why Women are In Love with Edward Cullen: the Modern Romeo; Why Is Anyone on Team Jacob? 3) Adventures Home Alone: I Kungfu-ed the Lawn 4) Adventure Home Alone: Firemen Calendar 2009 at My House 5) Curtis and An Are Getting Married! | | |
| We were chatting about my friend's wedding and my cousin mentioned that the groom cried, but that bride was just "extremely happy" and didn't shed a tear. He had figured, that she, being a Pisces, and somewhat emotional, was going to cry during their vows. Instead it was the groom - as with all of his friends who have become grooms - trying to stammer his way through their vows. It's kind of sweet knowing that boys can be overcome by happiness too. I seriously doubt they cry because they're giving up their playa card - hopefully they wouldn't be dumb enough to propose in the first place if that were the case. Which bought us to the subject of my imaginary wedding. He's betting that I'll cry. I'm hoping that I'll have enough willpower to keep it together. I've teared up at the past few weddings and I'm not a fan of the 'tears of joy.' It's called a runny noise, blotchy face, and red eyes - not appropriate for what's supposed to be a happy occasion. So the last thing you need is to have those symptoms on your own wedding day. Yes it's great that you're 'so happy you could cry,' but perhaps those sentiments would be best displayed with other signs of emotion other than crying. I'm determined to smile and be very very happy at my wedding and I'm not going to cry. My cousin also thinks my sister would bet that I would cry. But I'm determined to prove them wrong. Am I betting against the Pisces in me? Perhaps, but I've never liked that fact that the fish are swimming in two different directions anyway. | | |
| I had planned on posting something about the snow, but then the caffiene rush hit me and I can no longer remember what sagacious mulling I had in mind. So goes the fleeting thought... I watched Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust again yesterday while wrapping Christmas presents. Oddly enough, it was better after watching it for the 4 time in my life. I never quite remembered the plot twist at the end, perhaps its subtlety obscures the details in my memory. What a story though - forbidden love betrayed! Meier Link is a hottie - I imagine the Twilight vampires would be modeled after him, except they're sparkly and don't wear post apocoltypic capes. I love the image of flames blazing from his skin when she's captured by the bounty hunters. And then there's hardcore Leila - unfeeling ice queen who's not interested in love and romance - it's all dead to her, and quite stupid (afterall, who's insane/dumb enough to sacrifice themselves for a blood drinking monster?). Apparently, I've gone sentimental and sappy after a few days of cabin fever... | | |
| We drank a little the other night. Well, I drank a little - a quarter bottle of Smirnoff Twisted Pomogrante. He drank more. Naturally, you draw on drunk people with Sharpie marker. I drew a bunny with hearts. Our friend draw a scorpion, spider, and Trogdor. And then we decided that he needed a penis. Oddly enough, none of us girls would draw penis on his leg. Why? I don't know - girls apparently don't draw penises because they're funny looking and possibly dirty. Even the ones drawn with Sharpie marker... So we found a boy to draw the penis instead. He drew a droopy penis. Mission accomplished! And then there was the penis chicken... Uh huh... | | |
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