This Fasionista Has Lost Faith in Fashion

Ok, so I'm not actually a fashionista, but I do like to shop...

Usually.

However, I do not like to shop when the clothes suck. Today, the clothes sucked.

I was out shopping when I took a look around and realized that fashion has taken a nose dive into the proverbial toilet. I was surrounded by nasty shapes, ugly colors, and strange detailing.

Whatever happened to structured garments?... or gowns that don't look like badly dyed bits of unidentified animal skin? Most everything I saw today took the shape of an amoeba... a squirming amorphous amoeba. Even shirts and skirts looked like something I should only see under a microscope.

I'll have to remain outside of the fashion loop, to say the least. I can't bring myself to spend money on this stuff. I can only hope that designers find their brains again some time soon... After all a girl's gotta shop.

So, I've noticed that most of my blogging family has been blogging absent on their blogs... The sad truth is that I have too. Now, though, I am back and I have some fun stuff to share.

I was a counselor for T-Camp, a three day/two night orientation camp for new Aggies. It was definitely one of the most amazing things I have ever done. Honestly, up until the first day of our prep week, I wasn't exactly looking forward to the whole experience because I didn't feel like I had connected with the group.

I don't know what it was, but the moment I walked into our "War Room" I was hooked. All the preparation I had been steeling myself to "just get through" became something that I was sad to be done with in the end.

At camp, I met a ton of amazing people. Other counselors, campers, teamers, and directors made everything absolutely amazing. We were loud, proud, and utterly awesome.

One of my main functions during our skit times was to be the "Rumor Fairy". Traditionally, this part is played by a guy in a tutu, but since all of our guys were busy wearing dresses in the rest of the skits, I was allowed to take the part. Surprisingly, it turned out really well, and I got a ton of compliments on my disgruntled fairy impersonation.

All in all, the most satisfying part was hearing camper after camper say how much fun they'd had and how at home they felt. Even if I had had no fun at all, it would have been worth it just to hear one of them say that.

... I Am NOT Happy!

So, Today, I came to my Dad's house... Where one of cousin's girlfriends is currently living in MY room. I don't usually mind sharing, but when my belongings start getting broken, I start to get a little upset.

For the past couple of visits, I've been considering packing up my Swarovski Crystal Horse and taking it to my other home. I would inevitably leave it here because I either forgot about it or decided that I didn't really have room for it at mom's. Today, I finally decided to pack it up so that I could take it home with me. When I pulled back the curtain to retrieve it from the window ledge I found that it had been knocked over and is now missing an ear and most of it's mane.

I am not generally a stickler for material possessions, but I really liked this, and I can't even find the piece of the mane to glue it back in place. All in all, I'm upset. I know it's just a thing, but I was rather fond of it and now it's broken because someone else has been living in my room that has no reason to care about my stuff.

I'm not going to be able to fix it and buying another one is out. It was a gift anyway, so it's really silly to buy another one. I hate to be angry for something that was probably an accident, but I'm having a hard time just letting it go.

Threading... No, Not a Needle.

So I got my eyebrows threaded last Friday.

"What's that even mean?" you may be wondering.

It's this really nifty way to shape your eyebrows that originated somewhere in the Middle East... I don't exactly remember where. They do some weird thing where they twist thread around your errant eyebrow hairs and pull them out magically by the root. All I know is that I love it. They didn't scalp my brows, so it's like looking at my old eyebrows, but better... WAY BETTER. My face kind of looked like I had two balding caterpillars hanging out over my eyes. Now, I look like I have eyebrows!

It's all very exciting, and it's supposed to last longer than tweezing or waxing. We'll see. I'm a bit skeptical about that part.

So we were sitting in the truck.... minding our own business...

Last Summer when my friend, Renee, was living with us, she, Mom and I got in Charlie's behemoth truck and went to Kroger. This, in and of itself, was a treat since Renee and I spent way too much time on the compound. We got to go for a car ride! Oh happy day!

Once we were done reveling in our short lived flight from the house, we had to shop... booo shopping... well only boo to grocery shopping, but anyway... moving on. We did what little shopping we had to do and then headed back out to the truck.

We loaded the groceries in the back seat and the three of us hopped (I say hopped because we definitely had to jump to get in) into the main cab and prepared to head home.

Mind you, we were sitting in the truck... minding our own business... being good girls... when suddenly, a driverless truck started rolling across the parking lot.

The three of us sat transfixed, the Rawhide theme song playing through my head at least (Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'), watching this car mosey across the lot. No one did anything... What exactly should we have done? I'll never know for sure. It was like watching a slow motion train wreck, until we were finally snapped out of this reverie when the truck veered and hit a light post.

We all looked at each other and laughed A LOT, and proceeded to go home. I mean, really, who does this kind of stuff happen to? No one but mom and me and whoever happens to have thrown in with our lot, that's who. We're always good girls that mind our own business, and, no matter what... BAM. Craziness ensues. There's just no stopping it

Oh well, at least life's interesting.

Summing Up the Day

Three things to know about today:

1. I believe that mailboxes never have what you want in them until you just don't care anymore
2. My roommate is a Goddess ... she's making an amazing smelling dinner as I type
3. Snow cones ROCK!! They are the essence of all that is Summer.

That is all... continue on with your lives feeling a little more enlightened.

Tanning Should Be An Olympic Sport

I've heard people say that you can tell an activity is a sport if you sweat...

If that's the case, then my roommate and I have been participating in a sport for the past week. Every day we go next door to to feed the cats, water the plants, and enjoy the spectacular pool we have been given access to. This, of course, involves tanning.

Now, you'd think that tanning, of all things, would be relaxing and not terribly taxing... It's way harder than I thought... AND you SWEAT!!

It all starts with swimsuit selection. You've got to pick a swimsuit that's not going to leave you with terrible tan lines... way harder than you'd think... all the cute ones have weird backs or really thick straps, so it's like finding the Holy Grail when you find one you like that isn't slut-wear

Once you get to the pool, you've gotta swim (it's a rule), and that's a taxing physical activity, I assure you.

After the swimming, you've got to get the chairs lined up to get the most optimum amount of sun. This uses extreme knowledge of the sun's position, geometry, and astral physics... not to mention arm strength.

Now, after you've worn out your body and your mind, you'd think that surely... surely, you'll get to relax and enjoy the sun.

It starts out that way... for about five seconds. Then, you realize that it's Texas in Summer. Hence, it is like being on the surface of the sun instead of just lounging millions away from it. It doesn't take a rocket scientist (just an engineer) to see that you're going to sweat buckets.

So, after we went through all these steps and avoided being burnt to a crisp, Meg and I returned to the lovely air conditioned house we're staying in, and realized that we were dehydrated...

We hadn't been RUNNING. We hadn't been JUMPING. We didn't even really SWIM much. We were TANNING after LOUNGING in a deliciously cool pool.

That is why I think tanning should be a sport... no, I take that back. I think it should be an Olympic sport, complete with gold medals and personlized sweats and swimsuits provided by one's home country.