Life is a party, so dress like it.


I have nothing to say, so I’ll say everything.

I’m graduatingggggggggg.

That’s the big thing going on right now. Otherwise my life consists of watching tv reruns and chickflicks, trying unsuccessfully to eat healthy, painting my nails, sleeping, shopping, and quitting Kmart.

Ah, yes. Quitting Kmart.

It might sound like a problem, but I’m starting to think the way they have “No Boyfriend, No Problem” t-shirts, they should have “No Job, No Problem” ones. For the teenage generation at least. When all I am supporting is an unhealthy shopping habit and the internet for my phone? Why even bother.

I also may not be unemployed for long, I caught wind of a counselor job at a Christian summer camp. The money is pretty good and I won’t have to stay in mohawk, but there are some disadvantages.

Con:

1) My wardrobe is not camper friendly. I have purchased 7 dresses in the last 1.5 weeks and most of them were handwashable.

2) Little Cell Reception (typical), but even worse no WIFI. I can’t blog, I can’t facebook, I might as well not even breath.

3) The few decent people that exist in mohawk, they know who they are, will be missed horribly. And if I’m moving away along with going to college, I don’t know if I’m prepared to never see them again after the next 2 weeks.

Yikes. That is making me second guess myself.. But that’s life right? We’re never sure. We change our outfits 3x a morning, change our hair color every other month, and even change career paths possibly more frequently. Why can’t we ever just be sure?

Because life isn’t like the movies. And I am the BIGGEST hypocrite, as I drool over Colin Egglesfield in Something Borrowed wishing life and my relationship with the opposite gender reflected movies, but it isn’t like that at all. It’s unpredictable. It’s worrysome. It’s exciting. It’s life.

There’s no other way to explain it. I’ve watched lie to me episode after episode and still can’t explain the way people think or react. Not in a realistic way that humans can grasp. All the science in the world can’t ever make you sure. Because science isn’t enough.

Wow.

That got deep fast. Sorry.

Those intense shows (lie to me, not something borrowed haha) bring it out in you. The inquisitive nature. The second guessing.

But why be sure?

Why not do things just because you’re not?

One of my favorite quotes is by Lilly Pulitzer.

Life is a party. Dress like it.

The only thing we know for sure about life is that it’s happening. So why not let it happen in the best way we can? Tonight my brother graduated the 6th grade. Makes me feel incredibly ancient, if we’re being completely honest. So, my brother is wearing a polo and black pants. He looked fine, casual but nice. I desired to wear a ball gown, resisting the urge I still wore 5 inch purple heels that rarely see the light of day for fear of judgement and a sundress. I was more dressed up than the superintendent for Christ’s sake.

But ya know what?

We’re never sure what to expect. We never know even how we SHOULD dress. ┬áBut we do know that life is a party. And life is gonna happen.

So dress like it.

Fake smiles or fake fibers. Um, the later one.


When given the option between taking graduation pictures with the senior class (that you can’t wait to get out of) and shopping, which would you choose?
It was easy for me. I wasn’t going to miss school work because they weren’t doing anything anyways.. and I was totally okay with my decision while shopping, but I feel a little guilty now.

It’s not like I was missing graduation though, and I got my graduation party dress, a liz claiborne skort, a hot pink blazer, a black blazer, a blender, and seal containers for college out of the trip. It was worth it right?

The mall was dead. I wasn’t supposed to be skipping school -yet again- to shop for the whole day, just until 12:30.. but once we went out to lunch, why go back? I don’t like fake. I don’t like fake smiles, fake pin straight hair, my fake classmates, or fake sunny days where everyone poses to make it look like they very fakely love each other. I don’t enjoy fake and I probably never will. Why punish myself and become fake when I can enjoy something I really love; the mall.

I don’t mean to sound as materialistic as I know this blog post sounds.. but it’s really my home away from home. Whatever mall I go to I mean. It’s much more welcoming than school, the only fake smiles you see are from sales associates and that doesn’t really bug me because they aren’t totally fake. They are happy to see you spend money. Outfits actually match like they’re supposed to, and they aren’t made up of work boots and pajama pants. The food is much better, things sparkle more frequently, and it’s getting to the point where I think more people know my name there than the people in my own class.

How sad is that?

I can’t wait until college. Real college. Canisius college. There’s a better mall within 10 minutes and that technically means a better home away from home right?

Okay. I’ve convinced myself. I made the right choice, screw photos. Love clothes.
Allison