Could I be the female Mark Zuckerburg or just another drop out statistic?


Good news!  I survived finals week!

Bad news!  I’m not satisfied with just surviving, therefore I am trying to plan the next phase of my life!  Never content with just sitting still?  Sounds about right.

Now, I know I made my schedule for next semester, but I still have the option of not going.

And I don’t mean that in a slacker way, at all.  I mean is college a waste??  Do I need college to write about fashion?  I just want a big break, I will go to a big city and find one.. I guess. I mean it can’t hurt.  Boston? Chicago? NYC? Miami?

Hey, God. A little direction would be much appreciated.

I need something besides K-mart and a no name pizzeria on my resume.  I have the great magazines I write for, showing my experience.. but how about something paid and fabulous? A bachelors degree would be nice, but there could be more cost effective options.

I know I made Deans List, which is okay, but if it weren’t for science I could have had a 4.0.  But what fashion writer needs science? Unless we’re discussing the breakdown of textiles..

Well tis the season to stress, so I guess I should go stress over christmas gifts, and I should just put off life decisions for at least a little while.

No, we all I know I have a one track mind and couldn’t possibly do that.

It’s hard to believe theres only 10 days until christmas though!

College.

Harvard?

Drop out.

WHO DO I THINK I AM, THE FEMALE MARK ZUCKERBURG.

Maybe.

Or just another drop out statistic?

That works retail?

OMG WHAT IF I STAY AT KMART MY WHOLE LIFE.

No.

Why do I need a piece of paper with a seal of approval to define my value to a company?

Screw college degrees.

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.

Sometimes I feel like Marilyn Monroe.


It’s almost like anticipating my homework is so much worse than doing it.

I woke up this morning, missed mass at 9 initially so I went to 11, and felt a storm of stress pressing down on me. I let it ruin my day, and sure 90% of my day was filled with homework, but I survived didn’t I?

And I got done more than I expected. Remember that To-do list I posted a few blogs back? Well if you don’t, I suggest you subscribe so that you never miss a beat ;), but I made a dent in that list! *applause*

And now you know what I am making a dent in? Cookies and Cream icecream.

It’s phenominal. Don’t judge me.

My molar? Cap thing? Fell out. And I’ve had a stuffed face (sinuses, nose, and ears haha) for the last what seems like an eternity, so this ice cream feels heavenly and I just had an epiphany. I can actually taste it.

It’s 9:17! I am in AWE to say that it is a high possibility I will not be studying for my business organization quiz (I’ve given up honestly) and will be in bed before nine. After I’m done blabbering about my life and playing Marilyn Monroe by Nicki Minaj  (it’s so good. so easy to relate to, which says a lot from a non-rapp loving preppy)  for the 10th time in a row I believe I am going to move on with my brilliant ideas for fashion camp and gawk at all things glittery on Oriental Trading.

These 9-11 year olds are going to be the most fashionable girls since I was their age.

I’m the one on the end, just in case you’re blind (: and oh, I was in my prime during this photo. Nine and as naive as they come. I’ll take that back any day.

Anybody want to trade? Ask your kids. The only thing I would like is to be allowed to pick out my own clothes. I was never big on someone forcing me into overalls (my mother wasn’t exactly as blessed in the naturally gifted style department as I am…) and I still wouldn’t be.

I do like the pre-matched sets you can buy at Ralph Lauren for girls though.

Very preppy.

Just a note. (;

This photo from Ralph Lauren is how cute I THOUGHT I looked in my roses dress.

Little did I know I would look back on all of my younger wardrobe and not feel the same love. I’m learning with age though, 1/3rd of my wardrobe is absolutely classy.

The other 2/3rds? Are perfect when mixed with the other third but if I was honestly completely happy with my wardrobe, why would I still be making mall trips?

It’s simply coincidental that the fabulous third is all my hand wash and delicates.

Thank God I’m not going away to college. My mother is a wonderful person for addressing those.

(insert imaginary photo of her here, she hates pictures :()

Love you all, almost as much as her.

Allison

Call it a curse, or just call me blessed. If you can’t handle my worst, you aint getting my best. Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt.