Does my life become considered pathetic when I wake up in the morning wondering what Gossip Girl girl I'm going to that day? Today was Vanessa. My dress was definitely her (see cropped peacoat in photos 12 and 13, but imagine in a tank top, mid-thigh length dress=similar). If you haven't already started watching that show, don't. It's addicting. I guess I enjoy it because it gives me joy that those lives are not my life, that I don't have all of that family drama, that I'm not spoiled beyond means of me having to work for anything in my life. Though, I probably wouldn't complain if my friend insisted I come spend the summer with her in Paris, and it were no big deal to me financially. Though I love it and am addicted to it, I wish I'd spent my hours watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S instead. Those six are more realistic. And funny, whilst Chuck and Blair stress me OUT (they're prefect for each other except for his front teeth gap). Though, please see the photo. It gives me comic relief.The holiday season was a success this year. Family traveled four hours south of home to stay at a resort together. 11 people in one condominium for five days=chaos and noise. But it was fun, and we had a great time. Of course, a great time included great shopping and getting use of my new camera...oh, I never imagined technology equipment could bring me such entertainment for hours and hours. However, I still have yet to set my New Years Resolutions.
Something struck me over this Winter Break, however. Actually, a few things did.
1. The real world is going to hit me sooner than I think, and I need to prepare for it. I have three semesters left of college, and I want an internship with a large journalism magazine so badly. I have been researching and researching. I know exactly what will be required on my ASME application, and I'm working hard to get experience to list. I'm determined and will be sending out loads of applications. National magazines--look out.
2. Remember that boy I wrote about? The one who was my friend but secretly has a crush on me? Okay, well, I guess maybe I had a crush on him, too, I just didn't want to admit it. We've been hanging out, though and have cuddled. :) But nothing more than that.
3. It has hit me again. Though I'm no Serena van der Woodsen, I am a privileged, white American. I see Burberry as expensive and unnecessarily so, but it's not really out of my price range. My family is preppy and fratty, as our friends and colleagues say. We all have our polo shirts (Ralph Lauren, Brooks Brothers, etc.), Sperry TopSiders (check out these ones I ordered today...sea blue seersucker!), designer jeans or khakis. I mean, my mother loafs around the house in her Brooks Brothers cardigans, and my papa uses Sperrys as his gardening shoes. I don't mean to sound like I'm bragging about my social class, but money creates so much stress in this world that sometimes it's nice to look back and be thankful that you're not the lowest man on the totem pole.
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