My 3 wishes for 2009
ONE-have perfect Leighton Meester hair.
TWO-feel comfortable in every outfit I wear, every day.
THREE-have a nice, natural tan at all times.
I realize now that these are mainly appearance wishes. But truthfully, all I ever wish for are things regarding my appearance :/ But that's what makes me happy. Which, when I think about it, is a good thing. If I was wishing for things like having enough food to eat, or not being 400 pounds, then I'd be depressed. I'm lucky that I have a job and that I can pay for Starbucks every day, and go shopping when I want to. That sounds conceited. But we don't realize how lucky we stupid kids are. And I'm sort of just realizing how good I have it. My mom is paying for my apartment in LA, and all the furniture and stuff for it, AND food for me to eat up there, and the only reason I'd need to have a job is for shopping. I'm so so so grateful that I get stuff like that. And I am in no means rich or very very comfortable. I have a single mom and she basically works freelance. All my life, even if we haven't had money for something my sister and I wanted or needed, my mom always made it work. I hope I can give that to my kids one day.
On another note, I've decided to get my bellybutton pierced before I get my Marc Jacobs purse. I can't stop with the piercings. Jeez. I still am curious to see what the tiny diamond lip stud would look like. Maybe I'll do it one day. Jordan was like, "NO don't pierce anything else on your face!" But you know what Jordan, it's kind of MY face. Yeah, you have to look very closely at it, but I will control what you see, son. It might be too much with my nose, and there's this whole rep that comes with a "lip piercing". But I did enjoy those stares from adults when I had my long black hair and nose ring. I've since gotten over the eyeliner and black hair thing, but now that my wrists are pierced, those stares are comin' back. And a lip ring would push those grannies to cardiac arrest. K, not really and I'm pretty sure no one gives a fuck about a stupid little girl with a lip ring. But when Hayley G Hoover did her whole blog post about the stares she got being a "rebellious adolescent" with her pink hair, I immediately thought to myself, it's not legit till you've got something pierced. Yeah dying your hair pink is an act of rebellion and I get why she felt like a badass, but it's just hair color. The moms don't get a knot in their panties till they see something metal and shiny stabbed through your skin. And I don't get shit pierced just to be like, "Ooh look, my mother is afraid of me!" I do it because I think that body decoration is one of the best ways to express your individuality. Psh too bad everyone and their mother has something facially pierced these days. Dammit.
I've also decided that I'm going to get the Scottish luckenbooth as my first tattoo. It's the Scottish equivalent of the Irish claddagh. And looks like this:
I feel like people who don't know me think I'm this pierced up, tattoed nast-face. But I swear I'm not. I think that tattoos and piercings are so often worn trashily these days. I make it a goal of mine to wear them individually and with class. ;D eh? eh?
HOT-Leighton Meester. I LOVE YOU BE MY BEST FRIEND.
NOT-The amount of desperation the above statement holds.
-Shelby <3
No comments:
Post a Comment