Some say that history repeats itself. Some also say that fashion does as well, only hopefully we will never see certain trends again. Dare I say the scrunchie?
One trend that I was thrilled to see back in style was the Fedora. Although I’m partial to a man in a Fedora to begin with, the look is really completed when he’s wearing a great suit.
Over the years I’ve discovered great accessories in the attic at my Grandmother’s house (shoes, scarves, my Grandfather’s old vests and Hats…etc…), and I’ve put them to good use. I’ve never been one for trends because I want to wear what I want, when I want, even if it’s not in season. I only like trends that apply to men because it’s something nice to look at.
One thing that I’d love to see again are Top Hats (and suspenders…ooh suspenders)…though I can’t imagine men swarming the streets with Top Hats, but it would be nice if they did.
It makes me feel good to know that people expect so much of me in school. I’m not sure why, but the first impression my professors and fellow students get from me is that I’m such diligent and dedicated student who gets work in early and always makes A’s on all assignments. To tell you the truth, I’m a horrible student (except in my Art classes and Monologue memorization) that doesn’t do my work, and if I do, it’s weeks late. I am a first class procrastinator and I really enjoy what I do. Yes, at times, it’s difficult to write a seven page paper on research that hasn’t been done yet an hour before it’s due. On that particular paper, I managed to get a B. When I actually work on something though, I usually get a worse grade than if I had done it last minute. So I believe that this actually works for me (or at least I tell myself this) because obviously my instincts get better grades for me than my month long research.
I find it best to bullshit your way through certain classes, and rely on humor to get you through. Hey, it works for me. For instance, here is a homework assignment that I didn’t write down and therefore forgot about until my professor was calling on our assignments in class.
For my theater history class today, we had to find five interesting facts about Moliere.
1) He liked crackers & cheese.
2) Moliere was a hot hot playa.
3) Was believed to have coined the term “solid” or “soleed”
4) Probably wore a wig and high heels, but in a non drag fashion.
5) Competed in national chariot racing events
I’ll probably get a C in that class. At least it’s passing!
The past few weeks have been very exciting for me. I have been offered so many exciting opportunities, all of which I intend to take, and for once I find myself completely exhausted. My plate is full. It’s exciting and scary at the same time, because I want to do all these things well and surpass the expectations of those around me. I have no idea what I’m doing, but I’m hoping that the instinct will kick in and everything will fall into place.
Some people see me as a wanderer who is lost occasionally. Truth be told, I am not a wanderer, but a dabbler. I don’t see why I should stick to one thing for the rest of my life when I could explore everything that comes my way.
My life is very exciting and the people who laughed at my dabbling are now a little jealous. Ha.
I have a feeling that I will never have a steady career in my entire life. I don’t mean that in a depressing way (although it is…just a little bit), but in a matter-of-fact way. I give art lessons, swimming lessons, I design websites, business cards, fix computers, help others organize, babysit, house-sit, photograph bands, tailer clothes, plan parties and sing for pay. I could mention more, but I’ll just leave it at that. If you need an odd job done, then I’m your gal. I can’t decide what I want to do with my life so I’ll just randomize my options and dabble.
Currently I am house-sitting for a week and they have some animals that I have to take care of. On the animal list is a gigantic dog. He has a tendency to break wind and the smell sometimes wakes me up in the middle of the night. It’s lovely.
This morning I wake up earlier than normal for a dentist appointment and I start smelling something a little too strong so early in the morning. I assumed that the ogre had just passed gas, but I realized that the stench was getting stronger as I walked throughout the house. I walk into a room and it’s so bad that I’m gagging. I see piles of dog droppings so I follow them. What I find is a tremendous pile of dog diarrhea that was seriously the size of my head. No joke. The dog had the runs all over the house. Splatters of fecal matter everywhere with liquid seeping into the the light wood floors. This wasn’t something that I could wipe up. I had to use a shovel. It took me three hours to clean it up. I had to use a plastic knife to get as much as I could out of the wood floor seams and cracks. There are now huge stains all over their floor.
Needless to say, I had to cancel my dentist appointment.
Back to school time! I hate it with a fierce passion. I think I may dislike it even more this time around because I just finished summer school so my summer vacation (all two weeks of it) has not met my usual standard. Last summer I drove to Alaska and this year I uh…worked…
19 Credit Hours. Not my idea of a good time. And worse? The cost of books. Oh God please help me.
A lot of people are so excited about going back to college. When it’s community college you attend, it’s not so exciting. Being surrounded by baseball players and unhappy middle-aged single parents isn’t so much fun. That’s why I decided to do a theater major. A) Because I’m not terrible at it. B) The students are entertaining and similar to myself.
That’s basically why I’m a theater major. I can sum it up in two reasons. Well, three. C) I love it.
A huge part of my life is dedicated to music and film, partly because of my job, but mostly for myself. Thanks to Netflix, this American is able to drown happily in the world of foreign films. Don’t get me wrong, we have good films every few years…the last one may have been The Princess Bride…
I recently saw Les Chansons D’Amour (Translated,Love Songs) and I really enjoyed it. I have always been a fan of musicals, but mostly the classics like Les Parapluies De Cherbourg or Singing In The Rain.
This film was a breath of fresh air after seeing Across The Universe and being forced to listen to the soundtrack almost every day at work. I have loved the Beatles since the age of 5, and the songs never get old to me, unless I listen to the soundtrack. The story was so ridiculous and then Lucy just pissed me off, along with Sadie’s version of Helter Skelter. I thought I had lost my ability to love musicals, but oh how I was wrong.
The music is beautifully written so that the lyrics are more similar to a conversation than a song. After I saw it I started playing the DVD during the day just for the music. I only wish I knew more french so I could sing along…
Here is one of my favorites (Couldn’t find one with English Subtitles):
I’m at the beach with some girlfriends of mine, and we decided to watch “When Harry Met Sally.” Always a good choice when you’ve been drinking too many margaritas and are half way between sleep and laughter. During the scene where Billy Crystal is making out with some woman, a friend of mine mentioned that he would be a great kisser.
I wholeheartedly had to agree with her.
I’ve never really found him that attractive (but hey, maybe it’s the sideburns in the very first scene that get to me)…
I find that many of my posts are about older men…I’m not sure if it disturbs me or humors me.
While at dinner with my friends, we discussed old high school friends and relationships. We talked about our guy friends who are still dating younger girls, and we came to the conclusion that most of them are dating girls on their same maturity level (which is pretty low). A friend of mine then said, “And you’re hanging out with 37 year olds.”
This is true. I like to think of myself as a little more mature than most people my age, simply due to the fact that I’ve seen a lot in my years (all 21 of them). I have befriended a 37 year old man recently, along with a man in his 80’s who is a jazz piano player who I sing with every week.
I think my new friends are the result of the lack of younger men in the area in which I live. I believe someone said that the average age in my town is around 60. Yes. We are definitely lacking in the younger crowd.
I do enjoy it though. I have learned so much from the older people and listened to some great stories. I have always thought that I was born in the wrong time. I feel that I belong in the early-mid part of the 20th Century (in terms of culture, music, fashion, world events, technology, so on…).
I get made fun of quite frequently for the friends I have, but it doesn’t bother me so much.
However I do have one problem:
Over time I have come to realize that older men find me attractive. I’m not really sure why, but they do. I suppose it’s my witty sense of humor and good looks that win them over…but it does create problems. I have run into this problem today actually, and I’d like to type about it.
I work with a very lonely man who is in his 80’s I suppose. We have a great time together and I wanted to photograph him. He wouldn’t let me, and after lots of pleading he finally said that we could work out a trade. I knew exactly what he was getting at. He said he would let me take a photograph of him in exchange for a kiss. I looked at him and said, “I don’t do trades.”
I didn’t know he still had it in him, but apparently he does. Lots of it.
So I’m wondering if it really is possible for men and women to be friends. I thought that it would be possible, especially with this older man. I guess I was mistaken…
Of course I will still see him once a week because we do gigs together, and he is still great company. But no more sexy jazz music.
Before you read this, let me make one thing clear. I am not making fun of anyone, but simply reporting what I’ve observed this evening. I love the books just as much as the next person.
My Friday night was spent with friends at a Barnes & Noble bookstore. Maybe some of you already know what I am talking about, but for those who don’t, I’ll fill you in.
Stephanie Meyer’s latest book, “Breaking Dawn,” was released and so of course my friends and I had to be pathetic and wear “Team Edward/Jacob” shirts and participate in the Trivia and Scavenger Hunt activities (while wearing drool inducing plastic vampire fangs - courtesy of B&N). My friends and I tried to keep the fangs in all evening and carry on with our everyday lives.
I was on the “Team Jacob” (ironed on my shirt of course) squad, and I bought feathers to put in my hair to look like I had just wandered off of the Quileute Reservation. I got the feeling that I was on the wrong team because I caught a few glares through the night (either that or they were actually native american and really offended by the brightly dyed feathers I bought at the party store and stuck in my hair) and someone even hissed at me and shot out drool while wearing the vampire fangs. I’m not sure if they were kidding or not, but I decided to run away just in case.
It’s good to know there are people out there (mostly tweens and awkward gothic kids) who are more far gone than I am. It makes me feel a little better.
As I was sitting at the Starbucks cafe, the table next to us was playing Dungeons & Dragons. I also saw a 15-ish male (one of the few) who dressed up as the Joker from the latest Batman movie. I’m not really sure what he was getting at, but he was a little creepy while browsing through the Starbucks Mug isle.
Again, I’m not making fun. I can’t help it if I observe D&D playing-pleather wearing-sqealing-mom chaperoned-annoying girls.
So now I’m home (I didn’t even buy the book yet) and the inside of my mouth hurts from the plastic fangs I was sporting all evening. I think there are blisters. Seriously.
I’m going to get straight to the point on this one, because I don’t really know what to say. What I found on IMDB.com simply leaves me speechless yet amused. What exactly does this advertisement mean? How does a bucket of popcorn and a cup of soda relate with the alternative to open back surgery? If you find out, please let me know.
Is it even supposed to make sense? Are they laughing at me right now for trying to figure out something that is supposed to be completely random? Hmm….
