Butt Barf

We see this WAY TOO MUCH in Richmond. 

I think it's enough to say that #1 your pants belong at your waist. #2 I don't care what your boxers look like. #3 I'm not that interested in your ass. #4 Do you know what belt is? #5 You are wearing an undershirt as a shirt in pubic. And last, but not least, those jean shorts are ridiculously awful. 

You Suck. She's Ugly. Have a Nice Life.

*RING, RING, RING*

G: “Yea?”

J: “What are you up to?”

G: “Nothing.”

J: Ok…. Well, I’m really sorry that I’m leaving, I just really want to see my friends back home. Ya know?”

G: “Sure. Have fun.”

J: “I’m sorry.”

G: “I heard you the first time.”

J: “Well I have an idea!”

G: “Can’t wait to hear this…”

J: “I’m going to pretend like I didn’t hear the sarcasm in your voice. Well we will be celebrating New Years in different time zones, so how about I call you on my New Years and you call me on your New Years. I know it’s not as good as me being here, but it’s better than nothing.”

G: “Ok.”

J: “Ok so I’ll call you, then you call me, promise?”

G: “Yea sure, I promise.”

J: “Yayy, this will be fun!”

G: “Thrilling. I’m gonna go play ball now. I will talk to you later I guess.”

J: “Ok, I will talk to you later, I love you.”

G: “Yea, ok. Bye.”

J: “Bye.”

“5-4-3-2-1-HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!”

*RING, RING, RING, RING*

G: “Yo it’s Gio. Leave a message. I might call you back. Laters.”

*Beep*

J: “Happy New Years, I was just calling you like we agreed to, well I guess you are playing basketball or something. You must have forgotten. Well, I will talk to you in two hours…. your New Years…. or call me when you get this. Bye.”

C: “He didn’t answer?”

J: “No.”

C: “I’m just he just lost track of time.”

J: “Yea, sure.”

C: “Jess, it’s 2:00 in the morning, just go to sleep.”

J: “I can’t. It’s New Years in New Mexico right now. Gio is going to call.”

C: “Jess, he isn’t going to call.”

J: “I know.”

*RING, RING, RING*

J: “Hello?”

G: “Ayy.”

J: “Where have you been? It’s 4:00 in the morning.”

G: “Oh, I’ve been at Alina’s house.”

J: “Oh, I thought you said you were leaving there at like 7:00?”

G: “Well yea, we were playin ball outside, but then her mom invited me in for dinner.”

J: “So dinner is at like 7:00 or 7:30. What happened on New Years?”

G: “Well her mom in invited me to stay for New Years too.”

J: “So you couldn’t call?”

G: “Jess, that would be rude.”

J: “How would it be rude to call your girlfriend or send her a text to let her know what’s up?”

G: “I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

J: “Mhm.”

G: “Nothin happened dude.”

J: “Alright.”

G: “Peace.”

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…..*
J: “Cool.”

*RING, RING*

G: “Yupp.”

J: “Hey, just wanted to call you and tell you that I’m home.”

G: “Tight. Wanna come over?”

J: “It’s 12:00 in the morning, I’m not going to come over.”

G: “Alright, be that way.”

J: “Ok.”

G: “Seriously, you aren’t going to come over?”

J: “No. Did it sound like I was joking?”

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…..*
J: "Did you really just hang up the phone?"
*RING, RING, RING*

J: “What?

G: “Me and Alina f***** on New Years. Peace.”

*BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…..*

Camel Toe No Go

 

Someone commented on my last fashion citation post and suggested that I do a post about leggings as pants, what a splendid idea!

No other fashion crime, not even Uggs, makes me angrier than seeing leggings worn as pants. Leggings are fine, leggings are good, but leggings ARE NOT PANTS. This means that leggings should only ever be worn with long tops. When I say LONG I mean LONG as in the shirt or dress should still cover your butt EVEN IF YOU BEND OVER.  This trend is completely trashy, a pink thong underneath? I mean COME ON! The girls that partake in this trend on not, however, only revealing their undergarments, they are revealing the entirety of their butts, including the indentation of their butt cracks, and every roll and crevice on their bodies. Cute. That cute was sarcastic. Also, I cannot even count how many times I have been scarred by the sight of camel toe. If you don’t know what camel toe is look at the picture above and find the bright pink thong and look at what it’s supposed to be covering. Ok, moving on. I would have thought all of these things mentioned about would be common sense not to do, but I guess not. I’m tired of seeing your asses.

There is a RIGHT WAY to wear leggings, and they can look super cute when worn correctly. Remember, if you can see your butt in the mirror with the top you are wearing put on PANTS! 

Fashion is not Frivolous

I feel very strongly about fashion, if you haven’t already noticed, and I find it interesting how some people think so little of it and/or don’t credit its importance. I began to really notice this when people started to ask me what I was majoring in, I would say “fashion merchandising” and they would seem less than impressed. It is very frustrating. I read an article not too long ago about the legitimacy of fashion, and it really got my gears turning. Fashion is often criticized for being frivolous, and it’s time that that idea be changed.  Fashion is by no means frivolous and should be given a lot more credit. There are a lot of very smart, educated people behind the garments you are wearing. It is a very thought out process, and it requires very creative minds. Everything you do revolves around fashion, whether you know/admit it or not. Fashion can define a person in others eyes, fashion is a way to express yourself, fashion is a lifestyle. Also, just to add, fashion does not define you, you define fashion. Fashion starts with you, the consumer.

What do you think of fashion? Do you judge people based on what they are wearing? 

Ugg-ly

Does anyone else get passionately angry (ok maybe you don’t get “passionately” angry) when girls wear Ugg's with skirts or shorts? At some point some stupid girl, somewhere, decided it was ok to wear these like this. It is definitely NOT ok and ladies... this is NOT cute. You look ridiculous. Long story short, DO NOT WEAR UGGS WITH SKIRTS, SHORTS, OR ON TOP OF SWEATPANTS IN PUBLIC. Thanks.

I won’t even get into all the other terrible things that are wrong with this outfit, like the fact that her slip is hanging out from under her way-to-short skirt, or the fact that her shirt is transparent and you can see her bra. But seriously, would you feel classy walking out of the house looking like this? Find a mirror, they are not hard to come by, and if you don’t see a problem, you might have a problem. 

Free from Facebook, Temporarily of Course.

So, I decided to give up Facebook for a day. It seemed like a pretty hard thing to give up, excpecially since every time I try to go to a website, whether or not I have a specific one in mind, my fingers always type www.facebook.com, even if I was not intending to go there. It is a little sad actually. So I went a day without facebook, and surprisingly I lasted a pretty long time without accidently typing “www. facebook.com” into the browser search bar. I wanted to check it really bad. (My biggest problem is Facebook stalking, not in a creepy way, but you know what I mean. When I did go on the next day, I was very disappointed. I had no friend requests, messages, notifications, or comments… or actually that’s not true, I had a Farmville notification from a guy I have not talked to since middle school asking me to send him stuff for his farm. FANTASTIC. Well, I guess I learned that people don’t want to talk to me, and I should send more people stuff for their farms.

Happy Birthday to Me :]

Yesterday, February 5th, was my birthday. I went home, brought my three best friends, and celebrated it with friends and family. It was so wonderful, I had such a good weekend. Saturday night we all went out to eat at Red Robin and then went bowling. Some of us didn't do so well, but everyone had fun nonetheless. 

Not to be corny, but my real gift this weekend was the fact that I was able to get off work and go home to spend time with my family and have my friends there with me, but my tangible gifts weren't so bad either! 

Best Friends :]

Family<3

19! WOOT WOOT! (Doesn't feel much different).

Oh the Joys of Bottomless Beers

Different people experience events in different way. Even if multiple people are in the same place at the same time they are all going to experience that place differently, notice different things, and feel different things.

Every summer my Dad’s side of the family tries to get together for a “mini” family reunion in upstate New York. Everyone on his side lives within 5 miles of each other, so mainly they do it for us since we are in Virginia. Two years ago we took this picture, and it perfectly portrays my family. I remember this reunion very fondly and very well.  What makes me laugh the most is the “Go Away” sign two of my uncles are holding, and my Uncle Greg not being able to set down his beer for one picture. Haha, I could go into so much more detail about every single one of them, but I don’t think there is enough time in the world, I love them.

I think about how my Dad and his brother were trash talking each other about their physical fitness. They challenged each other to a race down the dirt road and a few other family members decided to join as well. Uncle Matt (Dad’s brother) ended up busting his ass (or face actually) and tearing the skin off the right side of his body. He ended up getting an infection, but honestly, it was the funniest thing. My Dad prepared for the race by stretching and taking a brisk jog, and my uncle Matt warmed up for the race by drinking three beers and smoking two or three cigarettes, he had it coming.

I laugh when I see this picture my Grandmother captured. If you notice, there is a man lying in the road (left of the screen) behind the man in full sprint (first, my Dad), that’s Uncle Matt. He was whining about this race for weeks, we were all laughing about this race for months. When asked or teased about the race he would say something like, “I lost footing” or “I want a re-match” or “someone spiked my beer!” He will never ever admit his loss, and will forever remember being the victim, even though we all know otherwise! His version of the story is completely different version than mine would be, or what anyone else’s would be (exaggerated or not).