Dearest Blog Your Style readers, if any readers do in fact exist, please accept my most sincere apology for not having blogged in…oh…three months or so. If I were you, I would not forgive me.
For those who are active members of the blog world, it seems to me that a blogger failing to blog for three months is to Avril Lavigne failing to use any eyeliner for approximately three days.
But nevertheless, now that the past semester has come to an end and a new and final spring semester is on the horizon for me, I plan to logon to wordpress more often and blog more frequently.
Just as the SILK Soymilk container reads, “Shake Well, Buy Often,” I will stop being a tool and blog often. I’ll apologize again to those who know nothing of Soy products, which is a fairly large percentage of the college-age population – but I don’t plan on opening up THAT wound at the moment.
Instead of babbling about the benefits of soy, I’ll take this time to wish everyone a happy new year. This is not with out rant, however, because as previous posts have informed you (while they are few and far between) I do enjoy ranting about everyday matters ranging from cookies to converse and hooters restaurants to hooded sweatshirts. ”Blog your style” is not limited to fashion, but rather lifestyle choices I make and encounter on a daily basis.
For instance, what compelled Zee, my waiter at the Hard Rock Cafe in Fanuiel Hall last night, to throw a fork atop my place setting along with a Brownie Hot Fudge Sundae and say, “Sorry we’re out of spoons, but this should get the job done.”
“Get the job done” ? Okay, first of all, if eating ice cream is anything so miniscule to be labeled it most certainly should NOT be labeled a “JOB,” and if it is in fact said “job” it is certainly NOT a job I’d like to “Get done”. Ice cream, to me, is JOY at it’s most pure form. A HOBBY. Yes. Eating ice cream is one of my hobbies. And isn’t the point of a hobby to maintain a general interest in your life for as long as possible?
Sorry Zee, this fork will not get the job done for me.
But now that I have digressed so intensely that I don’t see myself ever climbing out of this dark hole piled high with three scoops of mint oreo and purple cow ice creams topped with sprinkles and maraschino cherries, I can only hope that my example of “Zee and the fork” has enforced what I want this blog to be: A reflection of my lifestyle as it relates to my interactions with the outside world.
And if these interactions somehow concern minute incidences ranging from poor style choices (don’t get me started on girls wearing ties with t-shirts), party cake ice cream (it’s perfect), spandex (underrated), TGI Fridays (What’s the point?), or whether or not black and navy blue match (newsflash: they do.)…….so. be. it.
sprinkles are so pretty
