Gone are the days when I'd be sitting in the library - the good ole bookish girl/Math geek/typical nerd. I've changed. Maybe I should say that I've evolved. Into a lady. No, scratch that. I am not a lady. I've evolved into... a... (not a woman) ....but a ... a what?
A mature teenager. Let's just put it that way.
On the prospect of evolution - I feel like I'm some kind of a Pokemon (yes, yes, mature teenagers don't talk about Pokemon - BUT STILL). I feel like I'm Eevee. When I reached 15 years of age, someone or something rubbed the Fire Stone on my skin. Or maybe 15 years of age IS the Fire Stone of my life.
Now I breathe fire into my own existence.
One major thing that has evolved in me is my love for things girly. When I was 7, I was too busy doing Math for geekiness' sake while other girls were daydreaming about unicorns and ponies and all those rainbow things I don't know how to react to. When I was 12, I was too busy writing my own death wish while other girls were swooning about skirts, skincare and sexiness.
I was thinking (when I was 12): "Hey, I'm young. I'll think about fashion and physical looks when I'm 20 and a career woman."
See all that's changed.
Now, I'm obsessed with fashion, skincare, hair and all that girly jazz - but NOT in a swooning, squealing girly girl way. I'm obsessed with the haute couture in Gossip Girl. And I'm not 20. Not a career woman, either.
I'm so obsessed with fashion.
With just one trip to the mall, I can splurge my bank account until it goes gaga with dustbunnies.
With just one glance at a beautiful coat, I could die.
And just these past 2 weeks, I'd lavished boutiques with 10K (clothes, clothes, clothes).
How could those material things be so tempting?
How could I have let objects (worse, FABRICS) ruin my concentration?
How could I have let money run away from my fingers...and my bank account?
HOW?
(For starters, Gossip Girl has a humongous influence on this.)
Now all I can ever think about is:
Terra Nova, Calliope, Juicy Couture (MY GOODNESS. 'Tis amazingly expensive), Keds, Zara (SHOOT ME I LOVE ZARA), Gwen Stefani's Harajuku Lovers, Maldita, David and Goliath, Mango, Bayo, Kamiseta, Levi's, United Colors of Benetton, Giordano, VNC, Converse, Aerosoles, Gap, XOXO, Marks and Spencer...
Whew...
*pants*
Retail therapy...
Retail therapy...
Retail therapy...
I've turned into some kind of fashion freak!
I need to go to fashion rehab.
A mature teenager. Let's just put it that way.
On the prospect of evolution - I feel like I'm some kind of a Pokemon (yes, yes, mature teenagers don't talk about Pokemon - BUT STILL). I feel like I'm Eevee. When I reached 15 years of age, someone or something rubbed the Fire Stone on my skin. Or maybe 15 years of age IS the Fire Stone of my life.
Now I breathe fire into my own existence.
One major thing that has evolved in me is my love for things girly. When I was 7, I was too busy doing Math for geekiness' sake while other girls were daydreaming about unicorns and ponies and all those rainbow things I don't know how to react to. When I was 12, I was too busy writing my own death wish while other girls were swooning about skirts, skincare and sexiness.
I was thinking (when I was 12): "Hey, I'm young. I'll think about fashion and physical looks when I'm 20 and a career woman."
See all that's changed.
Now, I'm obsessed with fashion, skincare, hair and all that girly jazz - but NOT in a swooning, squealing girly girl way. I'm obsessed with the haute couture in Gossip Girl. And I'm not 20. Not a career woman, either.
I'm so obsessed with fashion.
With just one trip to the mall, I can splurge my bank account until it goes gaga with dustbunnies.
With just one glance at a beautiful coat, I could die.
And just these past 2 weeks, I'd lavished boutiques with 10K (clothes, clothes, clothes).
How could those material things be so tempting?
How could I have let objects (worse, FABRICS) ruin my concentration?
How could I have let money run away from my fingers...and my bank account?
HOW?
(For starters, Gossip Girl has a humongous influence on this.)
Now all I can ever think about is:
Terra Nova, Calliope, Juicy Couture (MY GOODNESS. 'Tis amazingly expensive), Keds, Zara (SHOOT ME I LOVE ZARA), Gwen Stefani's Harajuku Lovers, Maldita, David and Goliath, Mango, Bayo, Kamiseta, Levi's, United Colors of Benetton, Giordano, VNC, Converse, Aerosoles, Gap, XOXO, Marks and Spencer...
Whew...
*pants*
Retail therapy...
Retail therapy...
Retail therapy...
I've turned into some kind of fashion freak!
I need to go to fashion rehab.
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