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Thursday, 24 December 2009

Currently
Sun Giant EP
By Fleet Foxes
-Isles-
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Everyone stares when you walk in the room
They stare when you go
You've got so much control
How can anyone say 'no'

They rarely do, that's why you're you
And why you'll win
And I don't even miss you at all
No, no

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Reblogging, tumblr style.
"Let's get this straight :

I think I have a lot to be proud of. I'm proud that I don't live with my parents, that I am able to juggle school, two jobs, and an active social life. I'm proud that I've kept my promise to myself of keeping up my French once I came back to Canada -- in fact, I've more than kept it up, I've continued to improve it even though I'm no longer living in a predominantly francophone environment.

I'm also happy with my life at this moment : my independence from my parents, my French, my relationships with the people around me. This is probably what I have to be proud of most of all -- that I'm happy, that there's not a thing in the world (okay, maaaybe a carte de séjour) for which I would exchange lives with somebody else.

I didn't win the game of life -- I work my ass off for all this. My independence from my parents ? Fought long and hard for it. My rent ? I work more than any student I know. My social life ? Fuck, I don't just sit in my living room and wait for cool friends and events to show up from nowhere -- I go out and meet people. My sex life, too. Being a slut makes me happy and I take steps to ensure that I remain slutty.

So I'm sick of people telling me how lucky I am, I'm sick of being envied for my lifestyle. There's no trick and nothing to envy. Things do not fall out of the sky for me. If you want what I have, you think long and hard about whether or not the perks of my lifestyle (the independence, the socialising, the boytoys) are worth the shitty bits (the crappy jobs and no sleep... and probably the premature ageing that'll start showing any minute now). For me, they're worth it, but only you can decide if it would be worth it for yourself, and if it is, then you put in that effort and we'll both be happy independent tired slutty social butterflies with no free time. If not, there's nothing wrong with that, but don't complain to me about how much your life sucks and I have it so much better, and don't try to guilt trip me for being happier than you, and above all don't ever, ever let me hear the words "You're so lucky" from your mouth.

... now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go brew some coffee in order to make up for the 3 hours of sleep I got last night. And maybe slather on some retinol. Catch those premature wrinkles early, you know."

Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Currently
Hands
By Little Boots
-Stuck on Repeat-
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Killing time while waiting to register for classes.

I heart my fake glasses.

I used to think that people who wore fake glasses were dumb and pretentious. But hey, I don't consider myself neither dumb nor pretentious. I think stylish glasses look awesome on people - it adds a really interesting feature to their face, and it's an entirely new accessory to help define your style. I figure people who know me know I'm not pretentious or dumb, and people who don't know me will assume that they're real. And honestly, they make me look and feel smarter. I wear them when I give speeches in my communications class, or when I'm working on a really good idea for a project, and it kind of gives me more focused and intelligent vibes.

The college stereotype is that you end up living in your sweats, but it's kind of the opposite for me. Living with and hanging out with stylish people has kind of upped my sense of style and made me more conscious of what I wear. And I care less and less about what other people think. In high school, I would be too paranoid to even wear a casual dress to school. Now I can break out my fake glasses, shiny leggings, 3-inch cage heels without a second thought.

Not to class of course. There's stylish dressing, and then there's stylishly appropriate dressing. I've discovered that being stylish is not just about what you wear, but when you wear it. There's a girl in my dorm who wears her strappy heels and a shiny red dress with a black flared peacoat to class, and I don't think it looks good. Not because the dress or shoes are ugly; the fact that she wears it to class makes her look ridiculously out of place, and therefore unstylish in my mind. There's a time and place for every outfit, and if you break out your Sunday best for a Tuesday lecture, what will you have to wear on special occasions?

-Wendy

Monday, 27 October 2008

Vanity vs. Insecurity

I love typing on my laptop. The feel of my laptop keyboard is so much more different than a computer keyboard, and I like the delicate clicking sound of my fingers hitting the keyboard.

Anyways, I was going to my math class one day, and as I was walking through the hall, I saw a girl walk down the opposite direction, stop at a mirror and start fixing her hair, tossing it around to make sure it looked good. She was one of THOSE girls - the stereotypical blonde who wore too much makeup and wore fugly-patterned forever21 dresses to pass out drunk at parties, and the face that she stopped at a mirror to check herself made me roll my eyes - it's such a typically vain thing to do. Then I realized that Erik Castro does it all the time - every chance he gets, he stops at his reflection to tousle his hair a bit to make sure it looked good. Only he is as far from vain as you could get - he only does it because he always thinks that his hair is ugly (which it almost never is). I guess those are the two reasons that people do that - either because you're vain or insecure. It's funny how the two traits are at complete opposite ends of the spectrum. Or maybe it's just vanity covering up insecurity.

-Wendy