I love hats. They can make a statement, add character to your outfit or hide your oily and smelly hair when you’re too lazy to wash it.
You know how in MTV Cribs, some of the mansions have a separate closet just for their shoes alone? Yeah, if I had money, I would buy more hats and build a hat closet the size of a regular apartment place.
Here, a small collection of my hats–which can all fit into my American Eagle shopping bag:
Hats and stuff
The idea of this entry was sparked by one or two of Kelsey’s status updates on her twitter. I can’t remember the exact quote but basically, she was a little annoyed by people who would leave comments that are entirely irrelevant to the entry that is being commented on. And I get it. I understand the negative attitude towards it because I can totally relate. Well, I’m sure it has happened to most bloggers at least once, but I think every time a friend would do that to me, to my entry, I can’t help but reiterate the wise words of Stephanie Tanner in my mind, “How fucking rude.” Ok, maybe she didn’t really say it like that, but I’m sure it’s what the 12-year-old really wanted to say back then consider what she had to go through (like the time when D.J. stole her boyfriend Tommy Page).
If this happened in real life, it would go something like this:
Me: Hey look–I bought a rainbow knitted sweater at Salvation Army and it was for only three bucks! In’t cool or what?
Friend: Hmm, yeah about that conversation we had last night, I think I’m going to take his advice instead and just go for iphone cover that has a really bitchin’ tribal artwork on it.
THIS is what it feels like, and it feels much worse when you’re talking about something that you feel very strongly or passionate about. I hear you cry, “But Tiff, you’re kind of a self-centered broad, you talk about yourself all the time–OF COURSE you would take offense to that!” Maybe, maybe…but I would rather have negative feedback that is related to what I’m discussing than a comment that completely shrugs the topic off:
Me: Hey look–I bought a rainbow knitted sweater!
Friend: Uh, really? What are you going to do with it? Wear it to the hipster edition of the gay pride parade? Do you think you’re a unicorn? Please don’t ever wear that around me or I’ll get an epileptic seizure and puke crayolas.
It’s definitely another form of rude, but at least this person listened and reacted to it.
We write in our blogs because we want to be heard–not try to make small talk in our comment section. As the reader, if there is an entry that is far too boring or long for you to read, then ignore it. Don’t bother trying to change the topic when you’re leaving a comment on said entry. It’s inconsiderate and it imples, “You’re entry is too long, but I want to get more comments on my site in return so here’s a ‘How are you?’ and perhaps a “About that comment you left on my entry…’” Yeah, uh, no.
With all of the sarcastic hype that’s going around because of the supposed Rapture (dun…dun…DUN!!!!), I can’t really help but join the bandwagon and make fun of its absurdity with the rest of the world. But since I use to have a border-line obsession with the apocalypse, I think it’s a little bit fun to think about the possibility of the world coming to an end no less than 24 hours from now. Real or not, I think all of our lives have gotten a little bit more exciting because of this…or maybe it’s just me and my boring life.
If this whole entire thing was real, if Harold Camping’s calculations were right all along, this is how I would’ve taken advantage of my time left here on this earth:
Yes, I love food very much. Knowing that the world would end in 24 hours, there will be no shame, no guilt to devouring every food on sight until my body can’t take it anymore.
For breakfast, I’d make myself a nice, big hearty meal. I’d have chocolate chip covered pancakes, bacon, hash browns, sunny side up eggs, and I’ll wash it all down with a nice tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. For lunch, I’d have Korean BBQ. For appetizers, I’d have fried potato skins. For dinner, Shabu Shabu. And for dessert, I would have anything that is French-influenced, like cream puffs, fondant au chocolate, cream bulee and the like. Oh it would be so amazing.
I think “quality time” to me would be simply giving each of my family members a really big and long bear hug (as I try to hold in my tears). Because nothing says, “Everyone’s going to die tomorrow soo here’s an I love you!” like a bear hug.
I have few friends, but they’re really good friends. We’re typically not the type to be emotional and mushy to each other. Like, we’re not the kind of girls who’d say, “Hey, did I ever tell you that you are an astounding person? Thank you for being my friend.” It’s more like, “Dude, you just volley punched that guy in the nads like Ip Man. You’re awesome.”
A time like this, I would certainly have to be more vulnerable, open and thank them for being my true buddies.
First off, I have never touched a single drug in my entire life, ever (besides the medication for my allergies I get at CVS Pharmacy!). I am 100% clean and I have no intentions of experimenting with anything illegal whatsoever. But. If I knew for sure our lives would end the following day, I’d say, “F-ck it, it’s the end of the world, let’s get shitfaced with shrooms, LSD, and possibly coke.” In reality though, I probably wouldn’t know where the hell to get any of these things I just mentioned. Um, I guess I’ll stick with my cream puffs then.
Two things I love the most: My boyfriend (I know, I know, awwwwwww) and taking naps.
Naps are one of the greatest things nature has given to us, so with the remaining time I have left, I would definitely like to end my night…er I mean life, with a really good nap while my boyfriend spoons me. I also don’t really want to be awake when shit starts hitting the fan–I rather nap my way through the Rapture, thanks.
