I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.


I’m laying in bed, on my fifth or sixth episode of Sex and The City, I’ve lost count.  Whenever I type, Carrie Bradshaw’s voice is ringing in my words.  Now that Gossip Girl is over (may she rest in peace) I’ve gone back a decade at least and I am obsessing over Manhattan’s other It girls.  Think back to the days when Blair Waldorf and Serena Van der Woodson would have been walking the halls of some middle school.  Streets away Samantha Jones was doing what she does best -men.  Charlotte York was gracefully floating down Park Ave to her gallery.  Miranda Hobbes was being successful and awkward.  Carrie was writing the perfect thing on that 1999 Mac, confusing women more than ever before.  I conquered The Hills, a more recent throw back, during my January Break as well as Lipstick Jungle, a forgotten short lived urban fashion flick.  I get attached to whatever I can find on Netflix or through the iTunes store and live through it.  These powerful sexy elite women had fun and ambition.  They grabbed life by the balls (-thats for you Samantha) and lived it, meanwhile I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up.

I sent my mom a text this morning with goals.  It consisted of “losing twenty pounds, find some decent new friends (since all of my old ones must have gotten hit by busses, the only explanation for why they haven’t been in touch), getting a pug, moving out, buying a Coach multi-purpose tote (Random pregnant Bitch bought the last one to use as a diaper bag on Sunday -the nerve), and become Carrie Bradshaw.” She told me some of those would be difficult, and that one was impossible.  

Obviously, I replied saying I knew 20 pounds was pushing it.

I can’t have these women’s lives, but I can covet the delusional perfection that Hollywood planted on my computer screen.  I can drool over Manolo Blahniks and cry over one night stands on their behalf.. because God knows I’m getting neither.  I can avoid reality for the next 75 days with my BVFF (best virtual friends forever).  I saw my first pair of Christian Louboutons on the feet of an adjunct professor at Community College today during my Bowling class today.  The 500 dollar shoes (minimum) looked out of place in the same mile radius as my ugly rubber color blocked bowling shoes.  I wondered if they’d look out of place near or on me regardless though.

I told myself in high school that my first salaried pay check would be dedicated to black glossy red soled pumps.  I still think I’d live on Raman Noodles for a month before letting those babies sit on a shelf, once I had a real career.  I’m not concerned that it won’t happen.

I’m concerned that I can’t even picture what I’ll be doing to expand my shoe collection.

Allison 

Dress well, think well.


It’s incredibly hard to believe my first semester at Canisius ends on friday.  I have extremely mixed feelings about it.  I’ve made GREAT friends here, I get to do pretty much whatever I want.. I know how to get around by bus and metro even though I don’t have a car and it’s always exciting and adventurous.  Some of the adventure, like shootings, robberies, getting lost, paying bills, and figuring out life for myself aren’t easy.  It especially feels difficult because it’s finals week this coming week and when all I want to do is curl up in a ball watch movies and stuff my face with chocolate.. it’s discouraging.  But I’m proud of my grades, and plan on kicking butt on the final.  I went to the mall to finish some Christmas shopping tonight, and rewarded myself with a purchase as well.  Momma might not believe me, but I do my best work when I’m well dressed.  It may be a mindset, but hey any excuse to buy an infinity scarf and sparkly sweater.

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I can’t escape the leggings, sweaters, and scarf trend.  I absolutely adore it.  Maybe it’s because I’m allowed to indulge and still fit into clothing, unlike bikini season? But whatever I’m not a VS Angel, so I deserve to treat myself once in a while.

Tonight I’m eating chocolates momma sent me, sipping tea with my friend Mia and watching PS: I Love You.  It may be your stereotypical girls night, but I need it.  I’m long overdue for girl time and I need to indulge.  I think if I go to bed by 2 after a night of low key fun, I will be able to wake up for the Kate Spade sale on ebay tomorrow starting at 6am.

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I love a good deal and 75% off Kate Spade when you have connections for Santa (; this X-mas season, is very exciting.  I just need to wake up and find the perfect purse.  I still want to indulge in a Michael Kors Hamilton bag and Tory Burch flats, but we’ll prioritize that once I find out about getting a job for the break.  I have a babysitting gig lined up for New Years Eve and I put in applications to Target and Jo Anne’s, but I’m yet to hear.  I also applied to substitute teach in my sibling’s new school district, so I’m really hoping I get that.  It’s somewhat flexible and temporary since it’s hard enough to find someone that wants you to work for only a month.

This month off is going to be heavenly at first, enjoyable over X-mas… but it could get extremely boring extremely quick.  I’m trying not to go in with that attitude, but I don’t have friends in Youngstown since I moved there the day before I moved into college and have only been home 4 times.  All very family oriented occasions.

My mom says we’ll go to the gym, and we can shop.. but to do that I need to get a job.  I also need to take the car and explore the town, because I refuse to get lost like Black Friday again.  I just want to make sure I get a sense of independence when I go home, because I thrive on it.  I am looking to dedicate a lot more time to my blog and fashion articles over the break.  So if all else fails, the internet will continue to be my escape mechanism.  Feel free to approach me with things, I am always open to opportunities.  My e-mail is preppylogic15@yahoo.com.

Speaking of Fashion, and since I’m assuming you’re interested cuz you’re on a fashion blog.. have you seen the article written on Anna Wintour? More power to her.  Politics and fashion merging, thats practically a dream.  Check it out on http://www.refinery29.com/2012/12/40241/anna-wintour-ambassador

Allison

Talk about life changing


That’s honestly the only way I can describe college; life changing. I’m only on the second day of Orientation, but I’ve been on campus since last Wednesday.  It’s an awful lot to digest. I miss my parents. I miss my siblings. I saw my mom and dad yesterday, but it was not for very long and I was semi-independent and annoyed. I can’t describe how much I miss silence and my own space. I think I’m just one of those people that struggles with sharing. I feel unfashionable. Like whaaaa?!

I don’t really know how to explain myself, I’m at a loss for words. It’s never been a problem. I miss a comfort zone. I don’t miss my home town from before, I just miss knowing what to expect. I’m getting a lot better at knowing the campus though. It’s really pretty, and the guys are too (;

It’s a party scene though, not my thing. Not yet anyways. I have other things to adjust to, why would I throw something like alchohol into the mix? God, I feel like my mom. I wish I had more to say though.. Everything makes me feel more like a parent and less like a college kid. I’m cursed with priorities and knowing my responsibilities. I’m still self centered, but I painted a house for habitat for humanity for crying out loud. It’s frustrating. I’m meeting some really nice people. It’s not all bad. It’s just stressful. One of my books won’t be here till the beginning of september and I start monday. Not good. And everything is so much money.. It’ll all work out I suppose. At 12:30 I have a meeting with my communications major advisor, that’s a bit scary. I really hope I’m in the right major. This is all sooooo confusing. I love fashion, but I just felt unfashionable earlier? How is this possible? I just feel like I second guess everything, cry randomly, and want to shop constantly. I even crave silence. I’m not crazy though, I swear.

UGH.

Allison

PS: My eyebrows look like a chimpanzees. This adds tons of additional stress.