okay.
so it's my 21st tomorrow. if i wasn't sticking to the hot keyboard of my laptop-i'd be slightly enthused over cake, but I'm more sweaty if anything. It's kind of sad, but I remember the days of my subversive youth, pining over the latest pair of jeans that was probably bedazzled the shit out of (i don't even wear denim anymore, GAGA much??), or trips to the mini golf/arcade/bumper car/place to get the nastiest chili cheese fries in the world, or those awesome bowling shoes I bought at Goodwill for five dollars and walked around in every time I wasn't at the bowling alley (irony was really in back when I was a kid), fabulous long bike rides to the outskirts of town to only buy a cupcake and ride back home, sitting all day in a kiddy pool then when we finally decide to go to the beach--it's too cold out, sunbathing on oscar's roof until we turn a tacky brown--a shade of brown snooki would be envious of, late night meetings under the playground at my old elementary, getting really baked at the local 24 hour donut shop that sold that terribly old ice cream...days of youth.
There's a laundry list of things I can't do anymore, that are no longer appropiate or just mortifying to be even thinking about at the age...21.
Now it's after work stints at Pinkberry (oooh hazelnut chocolate covered rice balls--how risque!) or browsing the bargain bin down at Barney's (i'm a starving college student okay?!?! nothin wrong with saving cashhhh). Everything seems so adult, when really it's probably just as juvenile as opening a newspaper and immediately rushing to the funnies pages. So how does one transition from kid to young adult? Well I have a few fun alternatives... aside from ordering non-fat soy whateverrrr....
open ceremony x vivienne westwood x tom ford x giuseppe zanotti
by the way...
Balenciaga Resort 2010 is what summer should be about, none of this 112 degrees outside business, I get out of the shower--and my hair is literally 2 seconds from being dry. it's ridiculous. fuck you LA weather... and hello super-short tiered lampshade skirts!
