Killing Time

mood: content, contemplative,

Thursday, Ashley and i contemplated deeply on all the possible things we could do to kill time during the 2 long hours between orchestra and acapella. First i returned the ridiculously priced math textbook to the bookstore after finally receiving the one i had been expecting in the mail. In the end i paid less than half of the price marked at the bookstore. Needless to say, i feel like for once i have finally defeated the system when i saw that i had saved a whopping grand total of two hundred and six dollars and thirty two cents this quarter on books alone.

When Ashley and i decided to fill our minds with lust after material things by reading magazines, i settled myself down a massive plush armchair in the magazine corner of the bookstore, stacked Lucky and Nylon next to me and then proceeded to peel back the pages of Vogue. This months Vogue did a special on an "insight to Rachel McAdams life." She lives a life that i believe many people dream to have, or at least I wish i had. Rachel is one of those actresses who could blend straight back into the real world and not be affected by all the glamor and poshyness of Hollywood. She doesn't care much for fashion and couture according to those who have worked with her. I do not think this is fair. This woman is sexy, famous, and yet satisfied with just tasting homemade churned ice cream with a close friend rather than attending ritzy upper east parties hosted by swanky socialites. Anyways, there is not much that i am going with this except that Rachel McAdams is cool and that she is now my new idol. I will have to work extra hard on not shamelessly becoming particularly doe-eyed and weak when walking through a department store, namely Nordstrom or Bloomingdales, as well as not wishing i were made of money.

Magazine number two, Nylon, had an interesting article in it declaring that stilettos would soon be replaced by clogs! Ha! Funny that a chunk of wood should soon replace the thin delicate icicle of a heel and be considered higher fashion. In my opinion, i do not believe comfort would be placed over aesthetics so soon. Although truthfully, clogs may not be the most comfortable things either. This reminded of my self ages ago when i use to wear sweat pants and t-shirts everyday to school. I cannot remember what possessed my mind to dress so hideously those days except for comfort. I guess sometimes i still tend to choose comfort when choosing what to wear each morning so im a little relieved that the stiletto is becoming the clog. Oh fashion. Anyways who knows what the future will bring, I only hope to see it with my own eyeballs.

Peace.