Bad habits.


When I finally have time to breath, it’s so hard to decide what to do. When all I have left is to study a little and my homework has been put to bed. What’s left? I’m just academically drained and it doesn’t seem to matter any longer how hard I try. A 4.0 is simply delusional for this semester.

I’m not good at that many things. So when one of them fails I turn to the other? School sucks so what do I do? Shop.

But after all of the damage has been done lately through my Poshmark app, mall trips, etc. I am not proud to say I have $10.62. And I am still working at K-mart as hard as ever. Thank God I get paid tomorrow.

I have an ever expanding list of items such as Sequined Sperry Top Sider Boat Shoes, an iHome, my hair recolored n cut in a bob (how would you feel about my face with an inverted bob?), a floral blue skirt, and Pink Sparkly Toms to purchase and no money to reinforce the desire.

When I can’t do well in school or shop, I am left with one option.

And you are a victim of it.

I will write and write and write and rant and rant and rant and when I’m done being inspired by absolutely nothing I may resort to cleaning my room, but don’t push your luck.

I have an iPhone that can distract me from that.

Hahahaha. My dad, who is simply untechy because he’s part of that dad age range that is.. well untechnologically advanced is debating becoming part of the 21st century and buying an iPhone.

Picturing his little bald head on FaceTime is slightly priceless.

I have tons of laundry.

UGH.

It’s the never ending To-do list, showing its face again.

I’m bringing Jenna to the store tonight to buy Crocs, she wants a pair of the unforgivable plastic/foam shoe. She has a yellow pair but the back strap came off and they can’t wear those in gym class if God forbid there isn’t a strap.

While she burns her 50 dollars of birthday money (which is more than I have, mind you) on those hideous shoes I will tease myself with Sperrys. I’m undecided as to what I will do with my money first when I get paid tomorrow, but whatever it is I better get the best therapy out of it.. because I need something to replace the terrible day I’ve had.

After I rant here I plan on ranting for my first article on Fashion Parkway. Where do I start though?! It’s always come so easy to me, ranting and raving at my own free will, especially when I am completely oblivious to who is reading this.. but on Fashion Parkway? They are ready have a large dedicated audience that I can impact and I feel like telling them what I had for breakfast will seem extremely tedious and insulting.

I’m sure I’ll have an epiphany as soon as I paint my nails. I have one hand of nails that are longer than the other. It’s extremely annoying, but I seem to only have the nervous habit of biting my nails on my right hand, so I need to paint my nails for 2 reasons:

1) I won’t bite them, as much.

2) I love seeing glittery nails flying across the keyboard.

And you know my nails will be glittery.

God.

Wait until I have a credit card… I am terrible at math. Which is a danger in itself, but if I had a credit card? I could own every sparkly nailpolish desirable. And multiple pairs of Sperrys.

And speaking of nailpolish and foreign things, I have to go the salon to get my eyebrows done with  my remaining money tonight.

When my eyebrows grow out, I am forced to wear my glasses because they hide them a little. The curse of dark thick hair means I fall into this habit every 2 weeks. I refuse to tweeze them because I have the pain tolerance of a baby.

Phew. I feel better.

I hope everyone else has a great 4/20 tomorrow, no weed involved. Make smart decisions, buy something like perfume it smells better anyways.

Allison

 

 

Pink power ranger pajamas and the fashion capital of the world.


When I write a blog, I cant start with a title. My blogs are from my heart, when I rant? I don’t know where I’m going to go with it until I’m done. I don’t know how people do that.

Anyways, to start, I have to say I wore a cute casual outfit today. It was dark slim boot jeans, riding style boots, a white camisole, and a coral and black polka dotted cardigan.

This is the cardigan from papaya, except mine is not blueeee.

Guess where the boots are from? I love this game.

K-mart.

ūüôā tehehe. They’re currently on sale for $12 and change, so if you feel the urge to get them in different colors, I understand.

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Oh, this is Owen. The only man I need in my life, aka my little brother. He gives fabulous kisses, and has good taste in polos. He learns from the best!

Last night Owen and I were doing homework on my bed.. taking videos on the webcam and eating m&ms I mean, and I was thinking about how next year I won’t have a study buddy.. not one that makes buzzer noises when I say the wrong vocab answers and shares a love for ribbon covered headbands. Yeah, Owens is a smidge¬†effeminate¬†for the average male 2 year old, but Andrew is 14 and perfectly straight, and his favorite pajamas were the pink poweranger ones.

I’m sure he’ll appreciate that being on here.. Oops.

Whatever, speaking of pink.. I changed the format of the blog to pink and pretty! ¬†I did it in honor of my last post, pink money, but I talk about pink enough in all of my posts that I think I’ll just keep it there anyways.

I never ended up applying for scholarships last night. Homework takes over my life… the fact that I’m posting right now is completely against my maintaining a 4.0, but my sanity relies on venting and talking fashion with all of you, so it’ll get done later. ¬†After all, the Kmart¬†clientele doesn’t exactly give me my dose of fashion each day and I work at 5.

I wanted to go to a Masquerade ball tomorrow night, to meet my one true love. It’s totally part of my life plan -sarcasm- but that fell through, I have to work and apparently you don’t wear dresses. Just tacky masks. ¬†I’m working this week more than usual, and I hope it pays off.. because one of my friends asked me to go with her to the city for a day over my high school spring break and I need to shop. That would require missing a day of classes in college, which I haven’t done all semester.. but I need a break.

I wish my professor would make an exception for such incidents involving the fashion capital of the world.

The good news is, my mom might. It’s up to me in the end, if I want to go, she said. I am the one that has to make up the work, and I am the one drilling myself for a perfect 4.0 this semester, on top of last.. so I can choose if I’m going.

I just want to live and breath fashion lately. I have to pinch myself to stay awake during Government and I’m really good in history. I just have to make it until June. Why couldn’t¬†college¬†end in June and high school end in May?

I’m sick of the people from both places, but at least I could focus on what I consider more important if highschool were out of the way.

I suppose that’s what next year is for.. Oh well. I never played by the rules anyways.

Love,

Allison

Don’t play by the rules, successful people think for themselves.

Shopaholics anonymous.


You have a problem

My father says as we are on our way to Boston last night in the van. We’d been bickering almost the whole car ride about my college choices, life long fashion calling, and desire to shop. My mother felt the need to bring up the fact that I made $3,000 and nothing to show for it (LIES) again.. and words were flying.

They’re never going to understand my need to shop. If you saw what my parents wear, you’d understand that too. They aren’t unfashionable, but I practically dressed them myself for the college visit earlier today and well, otherwise they are just so average.

I’ve never been average. Probably never will be… so why should he expect my shopping habits to reflect that of an average person? He claims I’m an addict, and will probably never save money.

I know that when I NEED to save I will, but guess what guys?

I’m 17. It’s my last year to be a kid. And spend¬†frivolously, but within my means. I don’t have a credit card, and my clothing and shoes are much too organized for me to be a¬†hoarder.

You know what my father needs to do?

So, it should come as no surprise to me that he won’t let me drive to a real mall to shop. A mall with multiple levels and a glorious forever 21. Even though I have the money, have agreed to pay gas, and am taking one friend.. which abides to the law. This really isn’t fair. I know life isn’t, but when this happens do they expect me to not react at all?

Do I have to take the van anyways to prove a point?

I was even going to 8 am mass tomorrow. God’s not going to let me die, after I’ve gone out of my way to wake up at that ungodly hour to worship and all that.

I’m so sick of this baby like treatment, until we have the college discussion that demands me put my “I understand this is a huge monetary investment in my future” hat on.

Did you read my last blog?

Do you know what I would rather do with $27,000?

SHOP.

Do you know what I will be doing?

Going to college, to SHOP for a corporation.

Notice a trend, daddy dearest? I’m not giving up on this. I’m just fixing the rules a little. So when tomorrow morning, I go to 8 am mass, pick up my friend and then head to Albany? Don’t be surprised if I’m not blogging for a while I just have a point to prove.

Allison

PS: I had a 4.0 first semester, have my own room, don’t have to pay for gas if I stay in the valley, and love my family, therefore that’s a load of shit. I’m too smart to screw that up.