What’s up, everyone? I haven’t posted in a while. I was vair vair busy doing absolutely nothing. I feel the most tired not doing anything. It’s a strange thing about me indeed. The only thing I don’t like about summer is that it gives you a very wide piece of time to think. I don’t like to think. My thoughts are sad when not occupied. I’d much rather pretend to be someone else and daydream instead of actually being me, myself, and I. I’m too much of a dreamer. I’ll never stop. If you aren’t doing something, you’re doing nothing! Who wants to do nothing? Today was one of those days.  I tried to not stop moving, but it just happened. I went on the computer. Nothing to do. I read Seventeen over and over and over. I listened to my i-pod, did my makeup, planned my first day of school outfit, discovered the pants I liked so much were so baggy they looked stupid. DON’T SHOP AT OLD NAVY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! For jeans anyway. No matter how many sizes you take, no matter how many fits, no matter how many lengths, they WILL NEVER LOOK RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I got the “Sweetheart” fit (why do they have to be cutesy when it comes to pants?) in size sixteen. It’s awful! I’m practically SWIMMING in them!!!! I bet someone could wear them with me, were they so inclined! (That is not an invitation, by the way!) I looked like the guy on the subway commercial. Then I tried the “Flirt” (more stupid names, they also had low rise called “diva”. Yeah, right.) in size sixteen, they were practically painted on in the thighs, and then at the waist it was the same as the flipping “Sweetheart”! So yes. Don’t shop at Old Navy unless you have a perfectly straight body of extreme proportions. Excuse me if I have huge thighs! Guess I’m not good enough for you, Old Navy! Whatever. Anyway, I want to go to Hot Topic to get some more shirts. I’m wearing one that says “PEACE” on it. A little simple, yes. I also have one that says “Hope” and “New York- Old Navy”. Yes, I’m definitely going to be best dressed. Not that I care. But I did get some great new makeup and hair stuff. I decided not to fight my natural texture. FROM THIS DAY FORWARD, I SCRUNCH MY HAIR!!!!!! I looked great! The word for my look… uh…. “Hot Mess”? With gloss? And clown pants?

The nub and the gist of above is basically that I need new jeans. And clothes. Every notice- at least for nerds like me- that going to Staples for new notebooks and pencils and pens is far more fun than getting new clothes. The only reason I dread back to school- the once yearly shopping trip! My mother and I have totally different taste. Whatever. I don’t really care so long as she doesn’t drag me off to American Eagle.

Anyway, so this whole post is NOT about clothes! It’s about me. I’m a freshman now. Joy oh rapture. For those who went to Orientation- was that not the worst tour ever? I’m bound to get lost. Whatevs. Oh, true and funny story! I was talking to the Krazy Lady-or at least making funny faces from across the hall- while walking backwards, and I nearly fell into the trashcan. I am vair clumsy. Once I dropped a whole platter of cake before my cousin’s party. We got the pieces without floor on them saved though. I fell down a set of stairs two days in a row also. Great. On Monday I’m off to the water park, lets see what kind of accidents I can get into involving water and heights.

So very much of this was about my clothes and me sulking… and.. good night!