(Eleanor Rigby, Beatles)
Well, I've declared my major. As of now, I'm going to major in Journalism with a dash of poli sci thrown in and possibly another sprinkle of French, if I can find time to double minor. Goodness, now to find a school that has a good Journalism program (too bad I'm leaving one that has one of the best).
And this weekend, I decided that I wanted to change the world.
Yeah, kind of a revolutionary statement to make in a sentence. But I plan on doing it. I want to be that girl who goes to Rwanda or Sudan or Tibet and nearly loses her life to come back with a story that makes the rest of the priviliged world realize that the rest of the world isn't so lucky all the time. Or the girl that stumbles across a tragedy and makes it important to everyone. I want people to care about things like I care about them.
Idealistic, I know, but if I don't start out that way, I'll have nothing to lose, and protecting my ideals will make me work all the harder to get where I want to go.
And I want people in America to care less about the tabloids and more about the New York Times. Less about what Britney Spears did on the freeway yesterday and more about how many Iraqis died in the same time frame. Less about the appearance of wrinkles on their faces and more about the appearance of smog on the skyline.
America is a pretty messed-up nation. We are so full of ourselves we forget the rest of the world exists. It's this I hope changes soon.
So IR (International Relations) seems to be the place for me. IR or an editorial on fashion (what a contrast!).
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Where I Belong
(Motion City Soundtrack)
Which is ironic because the content of this post has to do with the song title and the place I first heard this band.
I really don't belong in Southern California.
I realized this today when someone told me again how "that's so gay" and how they're "moderate." This place may have some great slang (legit) and some great people, but it also has some really crappy ideals.
This school also has some really bad flaws. It's located in a terrible conservative area, it empties out on the weekends, it can be really lonely, the classes aren't as hard as I expected, and although they do have a variety of classes, they aren't focused in one direction. In other words, it's not the liberal arts education I wanted from Sarah Lawrence.
Transfering is still what I'm using to get me through this year. Problem is, it's getting harder and harder to face the idea of leaving Alliey and Aditi and Lauren behind.
If anyone has any knowledge of any good schools in New York City, let me know. Right now I'm considering applying to Columbia, Fordham (ooh in the Bronx, ahhh), and Stonybrook. Well I did apply there, I'm waiting to see if I get in.
If anyone can come up with some good schools in SoCal where the majority of the students are not FROM here and that are not UCs, that would be okay too.
It's either NYC or LA.
Which is ironic because the content of this post has to do with the song title and the place I first heard this band.
I really don't belong in Southern California.
I realized this today when someone told me again how "that's so gay" and how they're "moderate." This place may have some great slang (legit) and some great people, but it also has some really crappy ideals.
This school also has some really bad flaws. It's located in a terrible conservative area, it empties out on the weekends, it can be really lonely, the classes aren't as hard as I expected, and although they do have a variety of classes, they aren't focused in one direction. In other words, it's not the liberal arts education I wanted from Sarah Lawrence.
Transfering is still what I'm using to get me through this year. Problem is, it's getting harder and harder to face the idea of leaving Alliey and Aditi and Lauren behind.
If anyone has any knowledge of any good schools in New York City, let me know. Right now I'm considering applying to Columbia, Fordham (ooh in the Bronx, ahhh), and Stonybrook. Well I did apply there, I'm waiting to see if I get in.
If anyone can come up with some good schools in SoCal where the majority of the students are not FROM here and that are not UCs, that would be okay too.
It's either NYC or LA.
Friday, March 7, 2008
I was dancing on the floor...
(Goldfrapp, A&E)
Dancing is really good for you. Swing dance last night was really fun, we learned how to do this kick step thing, it's really violent and fast! I got it by the end of the night, though.
Today everyone is gone from the dorm. It's strangely silent. Refreshing.
I saw Penelope tonight. It was pretty good, definitely very chic-flick-y. But still very cute, and the actors were good in it, definitely a winner in my book. The main bad guy in it is also Mr. Bingley from the new Pride and Prejudice!! I was instantly won over by his cute face and his adorable red hair (not to mention the accent).
Tomorrow I'm going to see Miss Pettigrew Lives for A Day and then make vegan pizza with my roommate and her mom. Hopefully also see the Other Boleyn Girl online, even if it got bad reviews.
I also retract my earlier statement about jeans and a t-shirt, it doesn't really matter what you wear as long as it's what you want to wear. I was rudely awakened to the cold reality of Barbie Doll fashion yesterday...I guess I never knew that there actually *are* people like the girls on the Hills...all they were concerned about was how their hair looked and if their chanel logos were showing, and how much money they could spend on their next outfit. And their idea of sewing a fashion line? Taking someone else's clothes and cutting them up, and passing them off as their own. Gross.
Plus because I was wearing Harajuku Lovers (OMG) and not a haute couture name brand, they started looking down on me, and wouldn't talk to me, or even look at me. Gross! It pissed me off. So I decided that judging people based on what they wear isn't fair.
I guess someone was trying to tell me not to get in too deep, or I might become like them. Karma!
Dancing is really good for you. Swing dance last night was really fun, we learned how to do this kick step thing, it's really violent and fast! I got it by the end of the night, though.
Today everyone is gone from the dorm. It's strangely silent. Refreshing.
I saw Penelope tonight. It was pretty good, definitely very chic-flick-y. But still very cute, and the actors were good in it, definitely a winner in my book. The main bad guy in it is also Mr. Bingley from the new Pride and Prejudice!! I was instantly won over by his cute face and his adorable red hair (not to mention the accent).
Tomorrow I'm going to see Miss Pettigrew Lives for A Day and then make vegan pizza with my roommate and her mom. Hopefully also see the Other Boleyn Girl online, even if it got bad reviews.
I also retract my earlier statement about jeans and a t-shirt, it doesn't really matter what you wear as long as it's what you want to wear. I was rudely awakened to the cold reality of Barbie Doll fashion yesterday...I guess I never knew that there actually *are* people like the girls on the Hills...all they were concerned about was how their hair looked and if their chanel logos were showing, and how much money they could spend on their next outfit. And their idea of sewing a fashion line? Taking someone else's clothes and cutting them up, and passing them off as their own. Gross.
Plus because I was wearing Harajuku Lovers (OMG) and not a haute couture name brand, they started looking down on me, and wouldn't talk to me, or even look at me. Gross! It pissed me off. So I decided that judging people based on what they wear isn't fair.
I guess someone was trying to tell me not to get in too deep, or I might become like them. Karma!
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Dress me up, Dress me down...a fashionista's look at the non-fashionable.
For those of you who haven't figured it out, all the titles of these blogs are references to songs.
The 'Dress me up' portion of the title will be addressed here.
After my recent plunge into the fashion world, I have found myself addicted to everything couture. Louis Vuitton, Dior by John Galliano, Christian Dior, Valentino, Forever 21...
Well Forever 21 is good for knock-offs, anyway. (See this article)
Couture is a lifestyle, I have to admit. Once you ascend, you can never go down. I find myself coveting ridiculously expensive LV bags (one that goes for more than 10K) and trying to make the price seem reasonable. After all, as the February issue of Harper's Bazaar points out, $1000 is the new $500.
But it is important to distinguish coveting and materialism. It's too easy to judge someone based on what they wear--I know, I've experienced it. I carry plenty of fake LVs, and some real LAMB and Harajuku Lovers, and one Guess bag, and I do have articles of clothing that cost over $130.00 each. But remember, people. Materialists buy to show off their wealth. I, and other fashionistas like me, buy to convey our personality through what we wear.
Or just because we think that $300 Dior headband will look adorable on us come spring, even though it's the middle of winter.
The 'Dress me down' portion of this blog:
As of late, the collegiats here seem to be favoring the baggy jeans and a huge tee-shirt approach to fashion. While I accept that this is a certain comfort level for some people, it should not be worn past your bedroom door.
I wear jeans and a t-shirt, sure. At this very moment, I am wearing such an ensemble. But my jeans are dark-washed, contrast-stitched, stretch jeans with a Harajuku Lovers t-shirt that proclaims "Love is My Homegirl" to all the world. It is form-fitting, and matches my belt.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WEAR T-SHIRTS THAT FIT YOU!
And it wouldn't hurt to adopt some of the lovely spring trends that are emerging, such as floral print, draped dresses, bright shades of makeup, and wavy, long hair.
I know not everyone religiously reads Allure, but I swear to you, even if you don't, you gotta notice the baggy jeans and a tee-shirt look went out many many years ago.
The 'Dress me up' portion of the title will be addressed here.
After my recent plunge into the fashion world, I have found myself addicted to everything couture. Louis Vuitton, Dior by John Galliano, Christian Dior, Valentino, Forever 21...
Well Forever 21 is good for knock-offs, anyway. (See this article)
Couture is a lifestyle, I have to admit. Once you ascend, you can never go down. I find myself coveting ridiculously expensive LV bags (one that goes for more than 10K) and trying to make the price seem reasonable. After all, as the February issue of Harper's Bazaar points out, $1000 is the new $500.
But it is important to distinguish coveting and materialism. It's too easy to judge someone based on what they wear--I know, I've experienced it. I carry plenty of fake LVs, and some real LAMB and Harajuku Lovers, and one Guess bag, and I do have articles of clothing that cost over $130.00 each. But remember, people. Materialists buy to show off their wealth. I, and other fashionistas like me, buy to convey our personality through what we wear.
Or just because we think that $300 Dior headband will look adorable on us come spring, even though it's the middle of winter.
Oh, and...WHAT am I going to sew for my winter formal??
I am going off a 40s vamp motif, trying to channel Guy LaRoche as though he were creating a piece for Katherine Hepburn. Sweetheart neckline, body-hugging silhouette with a flared skirt below the knee, backless.
Then again, it's a simple formal, not SO dressy. Should I go for a Betsey Johnson approach? Tulle and bows everywhere? Plenty of pink? A cute form-fitting bodice with a lace-up back?
The 'Dress me down' portion of this blog:
As of late, the collegiats here seem to be favoring the baggy jeans and a huge tee-shirt approach to fashion. While I accept that this is a certain comfort level for some people, it should not be worn past your bedroom door.
I wear jeans and a t-shirt, sure. At this very moment, I am wearing such an ensemble. But my jeans are dark-washed, contrast-stitched, stretch jeans with a Harajuku Lovers t-shirt that proclaims "Love is My Homegirl" to all the world. It is form-fitting, and matches my belt.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WEAR T-SHIRTS THAT FIT YOU!
And it wouldn't hurt to adopt some of the lovely spring trends that are emerging, such as floral print, draped dresses, bright shades of makeup, and wavy, long hair.
I know not everyone religiously reads Allure, but I swear to you, even if you don't, you gotta notice the baggy jeans and a tee-shirt look went out many many years ago.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Everything's Going So Well!!!
Kudos to those who get the reference.
I'm in Starbucks between classes. Jen Park just got a blog so I might as well conform. It's easier than emails, that's for sure.
This week Dad's down and I'm going to Santa Monica for the first time. I hear it's a tourist trap so we'll see how much I like it. Then on friday I'm going to read and watch all of Felicity and hopefully get my Veronica Mars DVDs fixed because they won't play anymore. Then Saturday it's Alliey's surprise party! And Sunday I'm not sure, homework I suppose.
No big news going on, besides SoCal has gone from a freezer to an inferno in the space of 12 hours. Today it must be 78 at least, yesterday it was 80. And last week it was in the 60s. This place is retarded.
Hm. There really isn't that much to add. I'm trying to get into Writing 110 (creative writing upperdivision) for next quarter so I have to write a 10-15 page story to prove I'm good enough. The classes I'm taking so far:
Political Science 41: Intro to International Relations
Humanities Core
Linguistics 3
Creative Writing Intro
20 units in total, hella work. But I can do it!
I'll post the story online when I'm done, maybe Raphs, you can tell me what you think of it, and Jenny if she sees this, and other peeps too if they want. :)
I'm in Starbucks between classes. Jen Park just got a blog so I might as well conform. It's easier than emails, that's for sure.
This week Dad's down and I'm going to Santa Monica for the first time. I hear it's a tourist trap so we'll see how much I like it. Then on friday I'm going to read and watch all of Felicity and hopefully get my Veronica Mars DVDs fixed because they won't play anymore. Then Saturday it's Alliey's surprise party! And Sunday I'm not sure, homework I suppose.
No big news going on, besides SoCal has gone from a freezer to an inferno in the space of 12 hours. Today it must be 78 at least, yesterday it was 80. And last week it was in the 60s. This place is retarded.
Hm. There really isn't that much to add. I'm trying to get into Writing 110 (creative writing upperdivision) for next quarter so I have to write a 10-15 page story to prove I'm good enough. The classes I'm taking so far:
Political Science 41: Intro to International Relations
Humanities Core
Linguistics 3
Creative Writing Intro
20 units in total, hella work. But I can do it!
I'll post the story online when I'm done, maybe Raphs, you can tell me what you think of it, and Jenny if she sees this, and other peeps too if they want. :)
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