The Rules of Attraction?

Honestly I only titled this blog TRoA because I'm feeling love for college life. I'm thinking about checking that book out from the cofc library, actually. First class of today starts at 11:00. Survey of American Lit. to present. Cool beans. My sister is ordering pizza tonight and letting me come over and raid her closet. Should be fun. I'm really hoping to get closer to her now that I'm living downtown. My favorite thing about the area is still all the cute guys...aka ducks. I don't know how I feel about having to keep up with the fashions though. I LOVE fashion...but 3 days of seeing 60% of the female population in high waisted skirts has nearly ruined them for me. So last night I traded in the skirt for a pair of ripped up cut-offs, a grey tank, and a checkered shirt. Chris: Do you wear those jeans to church? Me: What? No...why? Chris: Because they're your holy jeans.
Bahaha. I'm easily amused.

Today I'm wearing a green tank with white stripes and dark grey shorts. Apparently a lot of other people have got tired of dressing up (not that i ever will really tire of that) and are doing the casual thing as well. Shorts and tee-shirts. Casual wednesday.

I love college. And THIS OUTFIT from lookbook!:



So next couple days=dress cas.? I think so.

Edie and Igby

Back in middle school my older sister introduced me to what is now one of my all time favorite movies: Igby Goes Down. I love love love the rich characters, witty banter, and high drama. But what I really adore is Amanda Peet's wardrobe! I can't help but notice a little bit of an Edie Sedgwick influence in her character and costumes though. I mean...seriously...a narotic, drug addicted, yet stunning "dancer who doesn't dance" whose best friend is a gay artist and who wears striped sweaters with black tights, extravagent coats, and tailored dresses? Just look for self and try and tell me I'm wrong! :)

Vlog in my Blog?

Man and Wife the Former

I've definitely established that I do not want to get married. I think marriage is an old fashioned institute with too many restrictions and obligations. I think it means much more to stay together purely because you love someone then because you feel tied to them. "Committed" is a disillusioning euphanism. Susan Sarandon and Tim Robins have it right. And Conor Oberst definitely captures my view of marriage in the Desaparacidos songs Man and Wife the Former/Latter. However...

there is this adorable couple who lives a neighborhood over from mine. I think they're the ideal couple. I've spotted them twice...or at least I think it was them both times. Either way the couple or perhaps couples made me reconsider. The first time I saw them the man was checking the mail while the women showed up at the gate in her bathing suit and lovingly waited for him to return. At that second I wanted that. To swim and check mail and wait on a spouse. To do couple-ey things in suburbia. The second time I saw them they were walking dogs on the trail that goes all through my town. I was riding my bike and on the way back down the trail I saw them again sitting in the grass with the dogs resting and just...talking. It was adorable.

If I ever decide to settle down I want what they seem to have. Stability. A simple life with little routines and moments together that get them through the day. And the ability to be happy just being in each other's company.

Then again...maybe we've both got it right. Maybe they're not even married.

;D

And for my style inspiration I'll just have to flash back to what was once my favorite stylish couple. They are no longer together...but I love them just as much as individuals. Still...here's a picture from their glory days:

Things to look foward to...

Ducks, ducks, ducks. Bike Culture! Maybe even critical mass. Moe's Mondays. Andolini's fridays. No dress code. Learning. Meeting new people. Growing. Cupcakes at cupcake. 5 billion different pizza places. Style. Study seshs. Doing research in the library. Theatre 99. Shopping at the exchange factor regularly. Work study. Sittin' in the sun. Exploring. Dorm sleepovers. Philosophy, literature, film! (AKA more learning about stuff I actually care about!) Going to the hippodrome. Kulture Klashs. Going to shows without needing a ride. Clubbing. Bars. Dancing (in class and out). Figuring myself out, finally.

Fashion Foward look of the day courtesy Face Hunter:

Times, They Are A-Changin'

My last entry is ions old. Oh well. The past is ancient history, after all. Cliche, cliche, cliche. But it's all true. The future looks bright and hopeful. CofC this fall. Cannot wait! Today's the first day of orientation and it has been great. I'm sort of crushing on a guy from my orientation group. He surfs and likes good music and is from around here and a fan of kk and andolini's. I also met a cutie at the library a little while ago. But I think that duck has smoked himself retarded. A really sweet, cool chic named Powell let me bum a parliament. She works at Elysium and I'm totally hoping I can get my haircut by her. Half off before noon if you're a first time customer. Meeting in an hour for provincial students. Whatev. Thought it was a big deal, but there are a lot of us...so not really. I mean cute boy is one and he got accepted into the honors college.

Here's the fashion foward look of the day. Courtesy of look book. Gotta love it.

and the winner is...

I know everyone's playing it...the asshole game! But there can only be one winner. Sorry.


What happened to all those great contenders from the Newington Asshole Parade? The Asshole Parade was out-assholed? Yes, ladies and gentlemen, they were.


Now the line "I just want to have sex with you without anyone knowing" was pretty damn assholeish. And so were the death wishes.
But somehow, someway, another fuckwit has managed to beat them all!

The quote of the day that outshined them all is:
"your right i did use you, i met you and thought you'd be an easy fuck.
i am an asshole, i am shallow, and i am very uncaring."


Hahaha, little tip, if you're looking for an "easy fuck" avoid virgins. The Newington Asshole Parade (which has one reformed member, my apologies) didn't get in my pants. The many other assholes who tried, failed also. So you, little smugfuck, waisted your time.