Sunday, January 30, 2011

Immaturely Mature

Without a healthy mix, there's not a doubt in my mind you'll end up sourly bitter at the age of forty, wishing you would have ditched class in college, danced effortlessly every time you heard your favorite song play in a store dressing room, and drank yourself crazy just to catch up with friends the next day to recap what even happened.

Good news: It's not too late.

So be it. I obsess over Hello Kitty, treat fellow employees as if they are being casted on my own personal sitcom, get overly excited when given sugar in either liquid or candy form, decorate my apartment as if Willy Wonka collaborated with Toys R Us, laugh obnoxiously at cartoons while being unable to take a romance scene in a movie seriously, go to Victoria's Secret just to purchase polka dot underwear, wait in the Mac makeup line to ask an associate where the new fluorescent purple lipstick is located, schedule a manicure only to pick out glitter polish, get overwhelmed when the weekend approaches even if I don't have a single plan, and wear silly bands morning, noon, and night.

Being drawn to colorful candies and crayons doesn't mean you aren't ready for a mature relationship, responsibilities, and an adult work life. Grasping immaturity by the neck will only make you a more approachable individual. If you take life too seriously, you will never enjoy it. I'd rather have people question why my desk is covered in fuzzy bunny stickers, drawings of other employees, and clippings of random commentary than wish I would just crack a smile. As we are told post-graduation, all games aside, we needed to grow up and accept adulthood with open arms.

I refuse.

I'll continue to word my emails obnoxiously and wear pink lipstick inappropriately in the corporate work atmosphere just in spite of those who haven't laughed in over a year. Forever will I be drawn to little cats saying hello, cupcakes, and Japanese characters.

Hate it or love it, I'm not about to change.


I absolutely love this band.


As much as I'm not a fan, I do love this song:

You think I'm pretty
Without any make-up on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me
So I'll let my walls come down, down

Before you met me
I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my valentine, valentine

Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dane until we die
You and I
We'll be young forever

You make me
Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Perfectly Perfect

Friend Update #2

Meet Riley Bennett.

NICKNAME(S): Do I have a nickname? I guess I've been called Ri or Riles in the past.

OCCUPATION: Site Merchandising Assistant at Bluefly

KNOWN FOR: Being blonde, being sarcastic

WEAKNESS: Basics, especially white t-shirts

PRIDE & JOY: My Alexander Wang bag

LIFE MOTTO: You will not be young and pretty forever so you should probably learn to do something.

Love you.



Just because.
Courtesy of my brother.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

I Want

Ice cream right now.

For free.

And yes, I hate the government as well.
But I love being taxed away half of my paycheck, for I could be happy as a clam working for nickels and dimes. Just promise me sugar cookies at the end of the day.



It's okay to be addicted and obsessed
for once in your life.

Monday, January 17, 2011


The short summary of a nine volume masterpiece:

The people within my facebook family tree are a mix of actual members, good friends, and a select few I've never met.
I live life absurdly by poking fun at others' confusion I solely create.
Everything happens for a reason, therefore I have not a single regret.
I most definitely will judge you by your drink selection, as it encompasses your persona.
At the rate I consume twizzlers, I will be a diabetic by the age of 30.
I don't just like red stripe, it's a lifestyle.
I tend to describe unfavorable individuals as "Mariah Carey."
By far, I'm the most immaturely mature person you will ever meet.
I don't sugar coat anything besides my Starbucks soy lattes.
I love Blink182.

Friend Update #1

It's about to be the first of many.

Meet Marta Freedman.

OCCUPATION: Textile Major at FIT slash Textile Assistant at The Jones Group

KNOWN FOR: Breaking hearts since 1990

PET PEEVE: Flat shoes, boring people, negativity, being R bombed on BBM, being told I resemble Ke$ha

HOW TO WIN HER HEART: Be passionate about something. Anything. I like artistic guys who make me laugh. Ps. Gerber Daisies are my favorite flower

GUILTY PLEASURE: Wine, chocolate, bad boys (with a sensitive side), fashion blogs, Jersey Shore, and secretly liking being told that I resemble Ke$ha…

LIFE MOTTO: If you always prevent yourself from getting hurt, you will never know how to deal with pain. and "Don't work yourself up."

Love you.

Sunday, January 16, 2011


(n): the quality or state of being illiterate; inability to read or write.

It's one thing to have never been taught the English language.
It's another to graduate with a degree from a Big 10 University and still write as if you are unaware that correct grammar correlates to adulthood. Although I never majored in American or British Literature, I still pride myself on being able to uphold conversation with others, whether composed in words or belted from my own vocals.

Synonym: Ignorance.
These are the same individuals who write as if they are speaking in an AOL chat room. Their self-induced shambles result in a distorted world, where acronyms embody life:

Hey, sry bout last nite. Haha. FYI- thnx to u, I'm gonna go c a therapist. Nvm about the pics on my cam, I *deleted* em all bc I looked bad. Prolly shudda stopped drinkin when u did, but o well…... I wanna c ya l8r to tlk. Txt me. xo.

Please note, the above absurdity took me well over 10 minutes to craft. If on Facebook long enough, I highlight those who update horrifically worded statuses with a swift friend deletion. Personal satisfaction that may be, but I will not let such nonsense swipe my life with cluttered angst. As this world is becoming more internet-involved, it's crucial people take on the personal challenge to carefully write on behalf of those taking away the intended message. If you cannot do that, light a fire and toss in all technological devices within your personal possession for you are not advancing at the rate you should be. If you are privileged enough to have two hands and an education, do not tamper with blatant illiteracy.

Happy 2011.


Repulsion at it's finest.

Friday, January 14, 2011


"After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much so you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Brutal Life

Blue Valentine: A movie that depicts love as a tormented agony with a punch of hate and utter routine. As a form of instant birth control, this is far from a romantic, indie drama, which most of us assumingly thought we'd see. A real life story that shakes up the sheltered and slaps the gifted is greatly appreciated as a welcome into the new year. As a huge Ryan Gosling fan, this must not go unseen. If you loved his passionate drive in The Notebook, you will be first in line at Target the day/night of it's dvd release.

Love at first sight.
Isn't real.

I feel discomfort and confusion when people believe in such a myth. As if I'd take such idea as a compliment would mean I am nothing more than a goddess on two legs thinking none other than hush puppies and sugar cookies. I want someone to love how obnoxiously opinionated I am, my harsh humor/judgmental commentary on others, and why I ask questions just to fill awkward gaps of silence. "At first sight" doesn't imply knowing about a person's past, values, morals, intelligence, drive, or habits. How can you truly love someone if you don't even know them?

I encourage you to partake in the bluest valentine on the face of the Earth. If it doesn't make you doubt whether or not you want to try out the whole marriage thing, I'm unsure if you're even human.


Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Take It Home

Not sure what I like more.
The song or the boys.

Bad Bad World

Yes we know.

Monday, January 3, 2011


Her current

Her past

Woman. Do you have a preferred taste? Didn't think so.
As Sum 41 is one of my favorite bands,
Deryck wins by default.



Ever since the rise of Avril, I asked for none other than to see her in concert on my golden birthday.

Yes. I was 20.

She's Back

You say that I'm messing with your head
All 'cause I was making out with your friend
Love hurts whether it's right or wrong
I can't stop 'cause I'm having too much fun

You're on your knees
Begging please
Stay with me
But honestly
I just need to be a little crazy

All my life I've good but now, I'm thinking what the hell
All I want is to mess around and I don't really care about
If you love me, if you hate me, you can't save me, baby, baby
All my life I've been good but now, whoa, what the hell

So what if I go out on a million dates
You never call or listen to me anyway
I rather rage than sit around and wait all day
Don't get me wrong, I just need some time to play