Fashion Trends, American Beauty, and An Accute Uncertainty About the Future

While I'd rather be in a dark movie theatre with five friends watching "Run, Fatboy, Run", this week has been my own personal hell hole so, I sadly cannot. Finals are coming up and as usual I've spent the quarter being completely average by procrastinating and stress eating my way into a second double chin. (does that make it a, quadruple chin?) Currently whats left of my intellectual brain is laying stagnate while I figure out exactly what I want to do with my Journalism career. I really would like to enjoy at least parts of my job. (as I twitch into an ugly grimace at the thought of going back to my serving job for the weekend where I'm everybody's offical shit taker.) It's pretty sad when you look forward to the school week more than the week end. Actually, the only thing I look forward to these days is Wednesday night kareoke and an ice cold beer.

Speaking of kareoke, it was there last Wednesday that I witnessed those...I don't know, the high heeled booties, clogs, whatever you all call them, in action. Yes, they were on a skinny girl. They seemed simple, old fashioned even, but I can't quite get to the checkout counter with them. They are one of those trends that I just can't wrap my head around, and it doesn't help that they make my calves look like a man biceps. Something that they randomly reminded me of is the movie American Beauty.

If you haven't seen it, the movie is about one of "those girls" who you have a non-lesbian girl crush on. Do you know what I mean? She dresses immaculately, constantly inducing jealously in every other girl. She's absolutely gorgeous, impossibly thin, all the guys want her...blah blah and a great personality. TELL me about it. I have to give it to her though, because while she has all those things, I think the real difference between her and the rest of us (the most important one anyway) is mysteriousness. She just has a sensuality and illusiveness about her. "That girl", I've met a few times over the years since about age 12, and though she is always looks a little different, you can still tell she's different. Oh...how I wish I could steal a little American-Beauty-mystery for myself! I guess since I can't pull off the clog-bootie thing, maybe I'll just have to settle for some good ol' mary janes.