Friday, September 29, 2006

Scotch On The Rocks

Nothing can beat the "To Do" list Ali sent me today:

1. get up at 4:15
2. leave at 5
3. get to house at 6
4. leave house 6:-6:30
5. get coffee x5
5. get there
6. be awesome
7. eat everything
8. buy everything
9. MO with everyone (hahaha)

We're going to this tomorrow. The Williamsburg Scottish Festival. OMG, I can't wait! Not only will we be hanging around with cool people all day, but we also get about 6 hours of road trip time in the car which ALWAYS rules with me and Ali. AND in addition to that, we will be going to Sonic!!! And with empty stomachs this time unlike on the way to the beach when we had actually just eaten breakfast. Ooops! (yes, we still got milkshakes and tots.)

I'm more excited than this post is revealing. I'm tired and just got REALLY ANNOYING news so I'm a bit preoccupied. I'll be sure to return with a brazillion picures.


P.S. And seriously, how could tomorrow not be fun? Just look at that picture. The woman on the right is having the time of her life.

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Under The Sea

You know what makes me feel old? When Disney movies "come out of the vault." Because, for something to come out of the vault, wouldn't it need to have been in there for quite some time? More than just a few years and probably even more than a decade, right? Vaults are serious business. Especially the Disney vault where I bet all movies are cryogenetically frozen until their chosen time to be thawed out and "released."

The Little Mermaid comes out on October 3rd from the big, scary vault. With this movie I have two distinct memories:

1. Amazingly, since I cannot sing, I was in chorus in elementary school. One year we had this big performance at Crockett Park where not only did someone faint and fall off the top riser, but we sang "Under The Sea" complete with hand motions. I think I was in 4th or 5th grade which would make sense since TLM came out in 1989 (!!!) and it would have taken at least a year or so to get that sheet music back then. I also remember them burying a time capsule that year and I think our class put something in there. I can't remember what we decided to include, but the last time I was at the park I almost fell over when I realized the time capsule would be opened up soon. 15 years since we buried that thing and now it's time to be 'released from the vault'-I can't believe it! And who decided for us to open the damn thing 15 years later? Seems kind of anticlimactic to me. Wouldn't it be hilarious if someone had put The Little Mermaid in there?

2. My other memory is from Disney World when I was 13 or so. We went because my brother was graduating from Navy Bootcamp and since he was stationed in ORLANDO we decided to go. The Tower Of Terror wasn't open yet, but we did go to the "4D" ("Isn't the 4th dimension time?!") performance of The Little Mermaid complete with water vapor to go along with the live action in from of us. It was a good show. I remember really enjoying it which says a lot since I was 13 and hating life because I was on vacation with my parents;)

So yeah, The Little Mermaid on October 3rd. From the vault. Imagine how it will feel when like, Finding Nemo or Pirates of the Caribbean are released from the vault. Haha, you're going to be so old!

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

(Gilmore) Girl(s)

OH, Gilmore Girls...How I love thee.

OK, thoughts:

- Lauren Graham is amazing. She totally made my heart hurt with all of the Luke talk.

- I love you, Christopher because you're hott, but don't be swarmy! It will be weird if you and Lorelai "date".

- "...bed and breakfast...", Luke? NO no no.

- Racquetball was hilarious. The headband was the best part. Ali, we need to play racquetball.

- The Rory/Logan convo is so one I would have=/

This was definitely the typical season premiere of working out the big cliffhanger from the spring and setting up the first few weeks. I read somewhere that there's a chunk of time between tonight's episode and the next one*. I bet next week Rory will be back for Fall Semester and Lorelai and Christopher will be all (fake) happy and together. I hope they show a lot of pretty fall leaves. I'm so itching to drive up to New England to see them, but whenever I mention it to Ali she ignores me. She either thinks I'm insane or doesn't think I'm serious.


*Is that a spoiler? If so-sorry!

Monday, September 25, 2006

In My Place

My mom showed me this. My dad brought it home from know, the man's place.

The Good Wife's Guide:

1. Have dinner ready. Plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return. This is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. Most men are hungry when they come home and the prospect of a good meal (especially his favorite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed.

2. Prepare yourself. Take 15 minutes to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. Touch up your make-up, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh-looking. He has just been with a lot of work-weary people.

3. Over the cooler months of the year you should prepare and light a fire for him to unwind by. Your husband will feel he has reached a haven of rest and order, and it will give you a lift, too. After all, catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.

4. Prepare the children...Minimize all noise. Try to encourage the children to be quiet.

5. Be happy to see him.

6. Greet him with a warm smile and show sincerity in your desire to please him.

7. Listen to him. You may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. Let him talk first - remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.

8. Don't complain if he's late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. Count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day.

9. Arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. Speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice.

10. A good wife always knows her place.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Needle In The Hay

I think one of the greatest moments in any film is when Luke Wilson's character in The Royal Tenenbaums attempts suicide. It wouldn't be so amazing without Elliott Smith's song, "Needle In The Hay", either.

Thursday, September 21, 2006


I sort of am in love with...

Grey's Anatomy.

The Last Shot Ringing In My Ears

I had one of those annoying dreams where I woke up and for a brief moment thought it had really happened and I was so excited and happy. Quickly though I came back to reality and, while I realized it had not happened, I sort of still have this glimmer of hope that I was confused about it all.

No, it was not a sex dream so don't even ask.

I don't know if this is related, but it was terribly difficult to get up and out of bed this morning. For a total night person*, going on 17 days of getting up before 7am is having its toll. I keep getting pre-sore throat and cannot physically stay up past 1030pm. I did manage to watch Jericho (yay! Skeet Ulrich!) and America's Next Top Model last night, though.

*This is my qualifier because I know tons of people get up earlier, but for me-it's painful.

Wednesday, September 20, 2006


SNOW PATROL IS EVERYWHERE! They're the new "Time Of Your Life" by Green Day which was used for every TV show and every speech for about ten years. I don't know if Snow Patrol will catch on for that long, but every few moments on TV I'm hearing one of their (awesome) songs.

Early summer I was hearing them on the season finales of Grey's Anatomy and ER and just now I heard them for the commercial for the movie The Guardian with Ashton Kutcher. They're using an older song, though, "Run":

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder, louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do (instead of did)

OH and I never mentioned how the US Open was using Muse all over the place for their broadcasts which seemed super weird to me. Someone out there in TV Land has really good taste in music.


***Update 9pm: Snow Patrol on Jericho, CBS.***

Tuesday, September 19, 2006


Gilmore Girls Season 6 came out today.

How much money is in my checking account? Well, let's not get exact, but I will tell you that my previous job owes me for the last four weeks I worked there and I won't get my new job's first paycheck until Friday. It's been a tight month or so, but will I go to Best Buy and pick up GG:6? Yes, probably. The problem really comes when I will also want to pick up the new Justin Timberlake album. "Oh, but it's only $9.99!" Then I'll think, "It's only $9.99 so it's not a big deal to get another CD, too...I deserve it!"

Then I might peruse the DVDs a little and I'll see Grey's Anatomy Season 2. "No, Scarlet! It's coming on Netflix today!" and I'll say back to myself, "But I love it soooo much! Oh, there's Lost Season 2!" So maybe then I go up to the registers to get in line. "I'm thirsty..." and I'll pick up a drink. Then I'll walk by the impulse CDs which are always crappy, but only cost the magical $9.99 price so I'll stop and consider them.

This is why I sometimes give my check card to a friend when I go in Best Buy. Or just don't even go in at all.

I must resist!

Monday, September 18, 2006


In an effort to not post about how tired I am, because yes, I do know I'm not the only one, I will write about something completely random: Soap Operas.

Now that I can get home from work by 3pm and am too tired* to do anything productive, I've been tuning into good ol' Guiding Light from 3-4pm as I check email and catch up on blogs. Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays I have class at six so I also watch Oprah from 4-5pm before I leave. Without the laundry and dusting, I'm a housewife**.

There are many things to love about soap operas. I love how there are "CBS people" and "ABC Watchers"" and generally, the viewer has an allegiance to a certain channel. I am a CBS watcher and have been ever since I remember watching them with my mom when I was younger. And my mom? She's been watching CBS ever since she watched them with my grandmother. It's almost impossible to change stations unless you watch with someone else because even though the storylines progress at a snail's pace, it's tough to know everyone's back story.

When I was in college, my roommate Cara and I had a very similar schedule one year so she started watching Guiding Light at 3pm with me. I was able to give her the backstory on every character and while she often had to ask questions, she quickly caught on. So since she was so accomodating to my 3pm TV need, I started watching Passions on NBC for her at 2pm. Passions is arguably the funniest soap opera ever. There was a character for awhile named Timmy (?) who was a little person and would drink...Martimmys.

I watched both shows after college while living in Richmond when I was home during the afternoons, but of course, once I started working during the day, I stopped watching. I don't exactly miss them...believe me. They're terrible! As I've been catching up a little on Guiding Light these past couple of weeks I've started to wonder if they're trying something new on set and that would be not giving the actors their scripts until right before they say action. The acting is painful now and it really seems like they're doing ad-libbing or something.

I've rambled on long enough. Please enjoy the following Top 7.5 Greatest Things About Soap Operas!

7.5. You won't a...
7. You can go about two feet away from someone and use your normal voice and they won't be able to hear you.
6. Your house will only have one, maybe two rooms. (Less to clean!)
5. Even if you're in love with your sisters husband there is always hope.
4. Death is never as final as it sounds.
3. You can watch only Friday and Monday and never miss a thing
2. Holidays last at least an entire week.
1. Children grow up in a matter of months sometimes. The baby of today will be a teenager by Christmas.

*Haha, got it in there, didn't I?
**Except, I'm sooooo not. Wish I was, though.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Seven Days A Week

I already can't remember if last week was four or five days long. That four-day weekend feels forever ago and while I can handle working every day, what I can't do is get up by 7am every day. It must be the leftover teenager in me that needs a day here and there where I sleep in. Even if sleeping in now can sometimes just be until 9am. It makes such a difference. Nothing beats morning sleep. I could go to sleep now (at 9:21pm) and still be tired when I wake up tomorrow morning. But say if we had a freak snowstorm and school was canceled tomorrow? Oh yeah, sleeping past 7am would be so amazing.

I have roughly six weeks left of my current gig. NOT that I'm counting down, but since I'm just filling in, it's nice that there's an end in sight. It's not my own groove I'm getting into...if that makes any sense.

And once again I'll just say that people who say they'd get bored if they didn't work are CRAZY. Man that sounds nice.


Saturday, September 16, 2006

Bird On A Wire

It's not psychological rocket science* to know that when I'm tired I am more likely to venture to the "dark side." You know...where I tend to think about what I don't have and what I have to do instead of just going with the flow and being the positive, optimistic person I am. Now, just to clarify, my dark side is seriously only a few drops of black into my normally happy red or green. I don't do pastels, but if you took your run of the mill, cheerful color and made it a shade or two darker, that would be me when tired. Nothing to worry about or really even to avoid, but maybe not what you would use to color the flowers or sky with in your watercolor paintings.

So I'm tired. So what? Right? Who isn't? So instead of focusing on that, I'll focus on one of the reasons I am tired right now:

Last night Steven and I saw Rogue Wave in Charlottesville, VA. Neither of us could go the night other friends were going and on Friday, when we realized the Ch'ville show was doable, we went for it...And got home at 2am. I wish I could say I wasn't a totally lame 26 year old who can't handle not getting 8 hours of sleep days in a row. It would be nice if standing almost all day at work and then almost all evening at a show didn't make my hip joints cry with relief when finally in the sitting position for the car ride home. Wouldn't it be great to say that our meal of pizza, chicken fingers, and french fries** left me energized and ready for the evening instead of in search of water and a time machine to choose a less greasy dinner? I can't say those things, though. Apparently, I am an old fogie. A really tired old fogie. I'm even drinking a gin and tonic right now which pretty much = old person.

It was a good evening, though. I had a lot of fun and the bands were really good. I thought Steven and I did a good job entertaining ourselves while waiting, too. The short, drunk guy helped who kept posing for pictures and then, after awhile, was too drunk to even walk. I made up stories for people and Steven was a terrible potty was amusing. We also got in a lot of fights.

Ok, but anyway, I actually started this with the intention of just posting Rogue Wave lyrics I like. Even though this is a cardinal blogging sin because it's so lame and cryptic, I was going to do it anyway. So here ya go:

Are you hoping to get out of this mess
truckloads of coffee, conditioned to confess
you’re a bird on a wire
and you’re wrestling

missed the last train home
birds pass by to tell me
that im not alone
well im pushing myself
to finish this part
i can handle a lot
but one thing i'm missing is in your eyes

interruptions are always on my mind
interruptions you know i'd like to unwind
and i do have the time
said i'd like to unwind
but im out of the lonely

* This makes sense in my head.
** Oh yeah!

Friday, September 15, 2006

All They Ever Do Is Talk

Socratic Seminar.

Those two words are enough to make my stomach queasy and take me back to AP English in 12th grade when my tough-as-nails teacher would sit there and count the number of times we spoke. I loathed those days and usually got an F on the assignment. It wasn't that I didn't have points to say because of course I did, it was AP English and I was scared of my teacher! It was the fakeness of the "discussion" that got to me. It is supposed to be one student bringing up a point with text support and then the other ones continuing on with that point and their own examples. What it turns into is the straight A students jumping in whenever they can to get their required number of speaking points over with. What they don't do is keep the discussion flowing. I, for one, have a problem with jumping in and changing the subject abruptly, even if the point I want to make is a good one. I want to wait for the conversation to digress there naturally.

So last night in my class we had a Socratic Seminar. PRAISE ALLAH it wasn't graded like it was supposed to be. She just started the conversation and kept it going. I got one point in which was more than I thought I would (especilly since I technically had not read my articles, ha!). One girl dominated the discussion, though, and pissed me off partly because she was so into it (weird) and partly because she wouldn't make concise statements, instead taking many minutes to get a simple point out. Another girl came in late, sat down, raised her hand and said her point. Ohhh, suri, too bad someone already said that, but you didn't know that BECAUSE YOU WERE LATE!

Anyway, the point is that classes are long enough as it is (6-8:40pm) and I don't need it made longer by people who just want to hear their own voice.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Secrets Of The Heart

My aunt who is in town from Vermont asked me tonight at dinner, "So...are you dating anyone?"


It's not the answer I sigh about, but the question itself. I just can't be that open with family members for some reason. My cousins were always bringing boyfriends around and it always just seemed so ridiculous until they were married or engaged.

I said something really vague about how "even if I did, I wouldn't tell anyone." (HA!) She said, "Not even to your Aunt?!" Not while you're sitting at a table with my grandparents, mother, other aunt, and uncle.

I think I blushed, though, so now they'll probably all think I am.

In funnier news, my mom likes Laguna Beach! She said it relaxes her. She also really likes "The Shy Retirer" by Arab Strap (RIP), especially the "cunted circus" part which she tried to look disapproving of, but I could tell she dug it.

And whenever we listen to music in the car she'll say, "Who is this?" and I answer immediately because I know everything. Tonight, The Bravery's "An Honest Mistake" came on which sounds like another song every time I hear it. I said, "I'm not sure..." and my mom said, "WHAT?" hahahahha...but I got it correct, I just needed a minute.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Not A Job

Innocence Meets Well, Not So Innocent:

Today in one of my 6th grade classes, the kids started reading some of the things people had written on the stands. At one point, a girl reads out, "I got a ... blow job."

The moment went kind of like this:

6th grader: "This one a...blow jo"


6th grader: "What does that mean? Why can't we read it?"

Me: "Oh, Nothing. We're just not reading, we're erasing!"

Don't Worry, Be Happy

If there is one thing I've learned from my mom* it is to be optimistic and positive. She can be insanely times, to a fault. When I was a kid, I used to worry that I would break my arm and my mom would say, "It's not broken, you're fine!" I never even came close to breaking my arm, but she was so good about not overreacting to things. Even now, I'll see her and say, "Ugh, I'm sneezing like crazy! I hate allergies." and she'll say something like, "It's probably good for you to sneeze!" Haha, oh mom.

Anyway, so she has instilled in me to have an extremely optimistic attitude and positive outlook on things. I'm not always that way and do get down about things and worry**, but I usually get to a point where I remember to find the brighter side to things and focus on that.

I've been having to do this a lot lately. Since August 28th I've been super tired and besides my Four-Day Labor Day Weekend, it's been nonstop between work(s) and school. It's hard to keep the positive attitude when I'm using what little energy I have left to stay awake and not kill middle schoolers***. Often times my way to stay positive is to focus on the end of the day or on Friday. Every so often something good happens in class which gets me through the day. Today is was my Mr. Holland's Opus moment when I had a class practicing "Louie, Louie" while standing up and I started dancing while conducting. Not much, ohhhh not much. I don't need 13 year olds making fun of me dancing, but it was a good moment of them sounding awesome and us playing a fun song. (Note: I heard that the writer of "The Hey Song" was caught with child porn or something. Nast! I hate that song, it makes me cringe to hear.)


*And there are WAY more than just one.
**Haha, oh man.
***If any of you see this...I'm just teasing;)

Monday, September 11, 2006

Eyes Wide Open

Snow Patrol was awesome! I’d venture to say it was worth getting only 3 hours of sleep last night. This is the show that had to be rescheduled twice due to the lead singer’s voice and last night, four months after the original date, Ali and I finally saw them live. Ali got a set list and we both got some amazing pictures (nothing beats standing right in the front), but my lack of high speed internet will delay when I can get mine up. Until then, a few open letters:

Dear Bouncer AKA Jason Lee,
What were you looking at? For awhile it seemed like you were watching us as we made faces in response to the people behind us. We thought maybe you were amused, but after awhile you just looked bored. Are you itching to get back on the set of Earl?


Dear Guy Behind Us AKA Not A Singer,
Seriously. You are tone deaf. I’m sorry to break it to you, but singing ½ a pitch off from the band the entire night assures me that you don’t hear things the way we do. You sucked. And you sucked loudly. It’s the age old question of, “Who did we pay to see: Snow Patrol…or you?” Ummmm, I’ll give you one guess. And really, you singing shouting out the words to every song does not make you Super Fan. It’s quite obnoxious. I admit there are certain songs for certain bands where it’s appropriate to sing along. For example, when the Smashing Pumpkins play “Today” go ahead and scream your little heart out. Maybe even “Say It Ain’t So” by Weezer or “Hero” by Foo Fighters would be appropriate for audience sing-along because they’re huge hits and we all obviously know them. But I don’t need to hear you yelling out the words to “Chocolate,” okay?


Dear Girl In Front Of Us In Line,
You weren’t really that drunk, you were faking. I know it.


Dear Ali,
Thanks for being fun to go to shows with. I like it when we can communicate with just head nods and expressions. I also like that you only minimally make fun of me when I’m super tired and being dumb.


Dear Snow Patrol,
Thanks for being awesome!


Saturday, September 09, 2006

Please Drive Faster

Shake and Bake!

I saw Talladega Nights last night with Senor SCD. It was funny, of course, as one would expect from a Will Ferrell movie. Adding to the humor was my understanding of all redneck/white trash jokes as well as my love of Sacha Baron Cohen. The embarassing part was at about 11pm when, if I could have, I would have curled up in my seat and gone to sleep. The AC had kicked on late in the movie and that combined with my long week left me very drowsy. I perservered, though, and stayed up like a big girl to see the end of the movie which was funny, BUT not as funny as some of the other people in the theatre thought it was. SCD speculated that maybe they had a few drinks before the movie, but it could have been anything mind-altering to make them laugh so hard at seemingly unfunny parts.

Oh, and don't believe SCD if he says he made the decision to see the movie. It sooooooo didn't count on the decision tracking.


Thursday, September 07, 2006

We Never Change

I got back in contact with a college friend yesterday. Definitely a contender on my Top 10 People Of All-Time List and someone I was pretty tight with from junior year until about last year when we both had some career and location changes. It didn't take long for us to catch up with what's going on now even though there were some crazy updates going on! (Good ones!) She's totally my go-to girl for my unrequited love sagas, petty complaints, and silly stories. I'm glad we're back:)

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

I Wanna Be SeDATED

I guess what I'm left wondering is, "Was my shirt unbuttoned that far during Back To School Night?"


If there is one trend in the teaching profession I know it is that A LOT of teachers are married. There's just something about it where they all must meet in college and decide they want summers off together so they make the walk down the aisle. And once a teacher is married, then their job is to set up any single teacher friends. The male teachers get it worse, definitely. A single male teacher in a school is like the worm dangling in the water. Anyone with a single female friend (especially if she's a teacher!) will be brought to mind to set up with said male. I've seen the effort to set up happen with friends and family and am now hoping, I think, that it does not happen to me.

So far I've gone without any attention on this front. I'm not sure if it's my (technically) substitute status or extreme quiet nature while at work, or maybe just the random, rural location of the school and lack of "going out" places. I'm okay with it though. I don't think most* teachers could handle me. I mean, I was the one leaving the parking lot tonight with the new Faint song BLARING from my car while I danced. Oh yeah, I danced!

I also think that people think I'm about 21 which is also a problem. I DO NOT look young, I look my age (26), but for some reason, people assume I am in college (undergrad.) I don't get it.

I'll keep you updated as the year goes on if anyone asks about my "status";) Maybe I'll make something up, "Oh, it's know, with the kids and all" or "We're together at least until we get the paternity results back" or maybe "I'm dating Tom Cruise."

*MOST. Some can hang.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Pretty Little Girl

I just got home from class and what I think is an old match is on TV. Hewitt vs. Gasquet, but nevermind about the tennis because I am laughing at the crowd cheering and whistling for one of the ballgirls. Although, girl is a bit of a misnomer since these aren't kids.

It's hilarious when she runs out to get a stray ball and you hear cat calls and whistles. I'm surprised they haven't taken her off the court for being a disturbance.

Did Murray win?

Monday, September 04, 2006


I have pretty much spent the past four days glued to the tennis coverage on CBS and USA. The rain delays of Friday were well-timed with my plans to hang out with friends and even the Barnes and Noble scheduling gods somehow didn't schedule me at all this weekend. To say I've had a glorious mini vacation would be putting it mildly. I have been beyond content to relax and just watch tennis all freaking day long. It's sick to some, I know. Velvet commented that the weather must be crappy up here because a bunch of us were commenting on her latest blog. As I said there, the nice weather can wait until the US Open is over.

The biggest news of the tournament so far, as most everyone knows by now, is that Agassi is officially retired. Done with professional tennis. It is a serious end of an era as he is the last of the Sampras/Martin/Ivanisovic/etc. group. Now tennis is all about Federer, Roddick, Blake, and Nadal. My new personal favorite is Andy Murray, of course. I'm hoping for a Maria Sharapova on the women's side, but would also be okay with Lindsay Davenport winning as I think she's about done and would love for her to go out on top.

Anyway, the reason I am talking about tennis again is because today during the Haas/Ginepri match, Haas called for the trainer and I was glued to the TV as intently as if it had been match point. From about junior year of high school until sophomore year of college all I wanted to be was a sports physician. I wanted to be the trainer who ran onto the court when the players called for a medical time out. I loved the idea of being on-call and having to think on my feet to treat injuries within three minutes. I, obviously, and not a sports physician now, but it's so okay. It's not something I regret AT ALLLLLLL!

OK, back to the match. Mauresmo vs. Serena Williams. This is the type of match where I don't want anyone to win. I would never wish injury on anyone, but maybe they'll both have to retire at the same time.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

The Red Dress

It's no secret I love the September issues of the fashion magazines. I've talked about it before and just knowing how excited I am for the start of fall, it's fitting for me to also be excited for the clothing that comes with the temperature drop. I'm reading September Vogue right now and am on about page 50 of advertisements and am in pure heaven. A lot of people complain about the number of ads in the magazines these days, yet here I am, completely content with my 754 page Vogue, of which probably over half are advertisements. Advertisements aren't just about products anymore, though. Oftentimes, and especially in fashion magazines, they are about art. The shot is as much about the fashion as it is about the photography. Combining two of my favorite things? Fashion and Photography? Sounds like a winner to me.

Here is something I do not think I have revealed before. There are often department store sponsored collections presented in the issues that run through the different designers often with a theme. For example, in September Vogue, Neiman Marcus has a 28 page spread with titles such as "Dark Victory," "Spectrum," and "Icon" and feature anyone who is anyone including Carolina Herrera (a personal favorite), Gucci, and Chloe. What I do with these, and I don't think I've told anyone this, is use them like flashcards. See, I try to first guess who the designer is before double-checking on the bottom of the page. I often am correct when it is Ralph Lauren or Dolce and Gabanna, but struggle with the other ones throughout the years as their looks change. It's a game to me and while I know it's a little fashion-dorky, it's fun to get them correct!

Back to Carolina Herrera. Holy hell those designs are exquisite. I sometimes can't get over how gorgeous they are so don't be surprised when I'm rich and famous and attending events if I wear her clothes for everything.