Peter Pan and the Unwearable Dress

So a high school several towns away put on the show Peter Pan this weekend, and my best friend, who practically lives and breathes theater, dragged me along. Pessimist and cynic that I am, I went to the show highly doubtful I would enjoy this show about a boy flying about in tights. Then, sucker that I am, I ended up going to every show. By today, which was the last performance, some of the lost boys were starting to look at me like I was a stalker. But I couldn't help it; the show was good, man!

Now, onto a less theatrical but just as dramatic subject. My dear granny, who I love with a passion, but who would not know fashion if it bit her in the booty, recently, in honor of the anniversary of my birth, presented me with a dress. The dress isn't bad looking, I guess, but it's not exactly good-looking, either. Wait, I'll rephrase that: it's not my style. Someone else, like maybe the same sort of person who would fly around a stage in tights, might enjoy the dress, but I do not. It's the perfect "Gee, thanks..." gift.

A description of this monstrosity? Well, it's this bright coral color, which isn't bad, but it's a babydoll dress with spaghetti straps. And it's from Guess, so of course it has the ridiculous tacky-looking bling adorning the front of it. Oh, and the best part is that it's supposed to come to maybe a little above the knee, but since I'm short, it looks like an evening gown on me. I might post a pic of it on me later if I feel like getting out of my pajamas. So anyway...any suggestions on maybe how to wear this...thing? They would be highly appreciated! Because of course, I have to wear it...it in order to spare dear Old Granny's feelings.

Teddy Grahams and Danielle Steel

Call me a lazy bum, but there is truly nothing better than laying around the house being a useless slob. Really. That's precisely what I did today. I read, for about the millionth time, "Special Delivery" by Danielle Steel and ate almost a whole bag---yes, I repeat a WHOLE BAG---of chocolate chip Teddy Grahams. And I feel FANTASTIC.

I don't know what it is but I just have this thing for Teddy Grahams. It might be the fun of biting off their heads, or naming them before I eat them, or making them talk to each other and have conversations. Chocolate chip ones are my favorite, but the honey ones are pretty decent as well. I would honestly live on them if I could.

Usually I'm not this lazy (well...actually, yes, I am), but today I also didn't feel like getting out of bed because I am in mourning. Of Michael Johns getting kicked off American Idol. I am a true American Idol freak. Yes, I know it's a stupid reality TV show, but what can I say? I have proletarian tastes. Oh well, at least I don't watch Biggest Loser. I haven't stooped quite that low yet.

I think posting this is beginning to make my day too constructive, so I'd better go...and maybe read "Special Delivery" for the million-and-first time.

Ciao!

A Blog to Call my Very Own

Celebrate, run away, duck for cover, scream for joy...however you want to react, I've finally made a blog! I'll probably forget to post in it, or get tired of it after a week or so, but regardless, I am very proud of myself that I actually made it.

I was going to make this a fashion blog, but then it occurred to me that in order to have a fashion blog, you actually need to know about fashion somewhat, so I kind of scratched that idea. So therefore this will be just a random blog. About anything and everything. And, of course, some fashion as well. :)

Anyway, please comment or whatnot, because I really don't want to just be talking to myself on here. I do that enough in real life without having to do it on the internet too.

Ciao!