Well! I haven't posted on here in like a trillion fortnights!

So, assuming that no one is going to read this post, I will tell 5 of my deepest secrets.

Secret Number 1: This isn't really a fashion blog.
Now, you may say, "That's not a secret; it's quite obvious by the way you've barely mentioned anything about fashion other than whining about some dress! Get a life, you frickin' dumbass!" Because, I mean, that's what I would say if I were somebody else.

Secret Number 2: My name isn't really Sophie.
I don't want to say my real name. Because my real name blows. 'Nuff said.

Secret Number 3: I gained 7 pounds this summer.
Because I clearly wasn't fat enough already, but now...I mean, the other day I wore a bikini to the beach, and somebody thought I was yo momma!

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Sorry. I clearly didn't gain any maturity.

Secret Number 4: I like watching Disney Channel.
Although I HATE the Jonas Brothers, and I'm so over Zac Efron. I've moved onto the guy who plays Jim--John K-something--on The Office. He has good looks and brains. Did you know he went to Brown and majored in English Literature? Yeah. Suck that, Nick Jonas.
But anyway. Back to Disney Channel. I like watching it. I like laying on the couch eating an orange buddy cringing because Miley is wearing a horrid outfit and sounds like a dying T-Rex from Jurassic Park with a way over-exaggerated Southern drawl.

And last but not least....

Secret Number 5: I don't care about your blog!
Sorry.

So now you know everything about me. Use the information wisely. And remember, if you are reading this you have no life.

Ciao!

Sophie Whose Name Isn't Really Sophie

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!