No I just need to talk about how

I am feeling.

Sad
Mad
Ugly
Dull
Lazy
Gross
Bored
Plain
Wrong
Clumsy
Lonely
Doused
Defiant
Average
Avoided
Fragile
Ashamed
Unwanted
Enflamed
Cautious
Powerless
Cast-aside
Thoughtless
Unmotivated
Unconcerned
Without-cause
Self Conscious

But I want to feel

Substantial
Inquisitive
Thoughtful
Encouraging
Intelligent
Adventurous
Determined
Attractive
Motivated
Energetic
Agreeable
Graceful
Generous
Resonant
Content
Curious
Wanted
Needed
Strong
Happy
Brave
Witty
Solid
Able

I want to feel like I fit whoever it is I am meant to be.

High-Low

Is this how it is supposed to be?
I had an amazing night last night. It can be described as a little bit less than a night on the town with friends. I might have made some new friends. I may have attracted some attention....

But I felt so real again. I hadn't felt the way I did in a while. Not since 9th grade, when everything was so new.

I am alone with my thoughts. I am alone with confusion and emptiness, and something akin to throbbing in my chest.

Is this because everything has become old hat? I am used to the life I lead now, but has that fallen away...is it not enough now?

I broke out of my shell and became a real human being when I started high school. though small, I felt like I was living for the first time. The simplest things gave me a thrill all for being so foreign and new.

For this, should I be wary?

My options right now are either continue in this pathetic hole of lone despair, or find that thrill again. Find something to restart the fire I know I have.

My only worry is if I will keep to my beliefs and spirit.
To get the kindling I need? How far will I go to get it.
Worse, what will I do when it is not enough?

Just so you know, if you care....actually it doesn't matter if you care because nobody reads this blog anyway so here goes.....

B and I are friends. Adn I can finally think of him as such. Gone are the confusing feelings, we are OK. I have no intentions of changing that, though I don't think that will be a problem. I also adressed K, a big factor in the problems that have risen between me and B. We are not quite the friends we used to be, but we have what looks like a healthy relationship. Not quite at arm's length, but neither one of us is embracing the other either.

Where is the middle ground?

I watched the psychological thriller "Se7en" several weeks ago. It is about a serial killer whose murdures correspond with the seven deadly sins.
It is the most disturbing thing I have ever seen. And I do not think it is just or right in any way to kill someone sadistically and mercilessly because they emulate a deadly sin.
One of the last lines really stuck with me though. One from the killer. He said we tolerate these things. He talked about how we accept the sins. A man so fat (gluttony), that if you saw him eating in a restaurant, you would lose your appetite. Or a man that has committed his life to making money by lying (lawyer-greed). Or a prostitute, which he called a "disease-spreading whore".

So my point is, he is right, that we should not tolerate these things simply because we know the world is an imperfect place, but killing is not the answer.

How can these extremes, in terms of killing and emulating the sins, be avoided? How can people be changed for the better?

It would be so easy to say, "You can't". It would make perfect sense to give in and say that it is too difficult-if at all possible-to change people. But that is what that sadistic man was talking about.

I wish there was a way to start over. To prevent prostitution from ever existing. To prevent revenge from occurring. To prevent laziness from being possible.

But people cannot, and should not be controlled. No matter what, it is never okay to take away someone's free will-a God given gift itself.

So this begs the question: Is there a middle ground?
If so, where is it?

Damn, I never realized

That I basically reposted thething about those who smile..etc., etc.

It just keeps coming up and, well, I honestly think it would be really interesting to see how my perspective has changed.
Alrighty, tatta for now.

Always believe them when they say...

...that the ones smiling the most are hurting the most.

Now here I will kindly ask you not get cute and say things such as, "but what about when people get married or have a child or actually ARE happy, hm???"

Yes, you oh-so-clever person (if you get what I originally meant then I am sorry, this is not intended for you), sometimes people are happy and smile whilst being happy, yes. But I mean the people that always smile. In the puny amount of time I have spent on this planet, I have met several people that have proven this.

They are the happiest and friendliest people, yet i become close and eventually become familiar with the sadness and pain they have encountered in theur pasts.

It leads me to wonder....
Sometimes the best treatment for pain is faking it until you make it.
Does that not make sense? To hide your pain, you at first pretend to be happy. But it can be an exhausting task and for the people that are determined to hide their pain, it becomes crucial to find reasons to fake their happiness. And well, the rest is history I think. Eventually, looking for reasons to feign happiness can lead to actually being happy.

Anyway, I believe the strongest try to hide their pain. The strong think about others, not wishing to burden them, but also try to help themselves.

This would be both good and bad.

Good: You do not burden others and by helping yourself, you become stronger-mentally, physically, emotionally-for yourself and those who matter to you.
Bad: Not everyone can do it alone. We are social creatures, are we not? We thrive on the shared support and guidance that can only be found among friends, family, commrades, companions, etc.

I think I should stop here before I get off track or forget what I am trying to say. Just....

Do not assume you know them until you know them.


*quick note here-this is my theory/attempt to explain as to why the ones smiline the most could b the ones hurting the most*

REVOLUTION on NBC

Can I just say that it annoys the heck out of me how pristine the people from Revolution are?
I mean, they have been what, 15 years witout power? Yet they have enough soap and makeup and hair product to look absolutely perfect at every given moment. I mean they run around in the forest or something, sweating, shoot guns, there should be gun powder everywhere sometimes, I mean COME ON JJ Abrams!!!
You wanted authenticity when you did Star Trek-and you got it-but where is it now? How in the world does making the hot girl have perfect golden locks of angel tears make your show any better, Hm? It doesn't. It makes it look like a properly-lit soap opera.

Don't even get me started on the clothes. Where is this magical factory where the surviors get their perfectly stitched leather jackets? And the meshy shirt she wears? How does that make sense even, I mean, how does she not get caught in all the ruins and brammbles she tramples by? Oh right, there are none! Honestly most of the set just looks really hairy at times. Well one thing is for sure, the power will probably come back on soon because the longer the show goes, the more the characters are supposed to endure, and the less their cleanliness will make sense.

Alright, tatta for now.

Hiding WARNING: SOME PRETENTIOUSNESS AND UNCENCORED VANITY. I WARNED YOU SO DON'T FREAKING JUDGE. I AM JSUT TELLING IT HOW IT IS.

I hide behind my clothes.

I just realized that today.
I was sitting in class, minding my own business when I could not help but nothice a friend of mine, K, sitting a few seats away. She was wearing a plain black t-shirt, ripped blue jeans, and some tacky brown boots. Yet she was the hottest commodity in the dating stratosphere last year, and still has some heat coming back to school.

But...I am the girl sitting in a soft blue blouse, eyelet white skirt, little brown belt, and printed wedge heels. What does she have that I do not?

I know what you are thinking. Maybe she is nice? Maybe she is cute and flirty and smart? Well, I know this is rather vain, but I possess those qualities as well. I am also polite and open minded and sincere and kind and worldly (to an extent-mixed family, lots of travel....). Anyway, I am pretty equal to her in terms of personality ans social standing.

So why is she so much more desirable? Because of all the things I have compared I have yet to mention physique. Let me tell you straight-mine is better. However this is only because I do sports and am active 6 days a week and she is not. And YES-I KNOW! Body type (i.e. skinny vs. fat, pear shape, model slim, whatever) has nothing to do with the kind of guy you want to attract, but it was the only thing I had left to compare. So it boiled down to this: since we were even socially and personality wise, outter characteristics were the only things left to break the bar. And I score higher than her body-wise and style-wise.

Now I am not saying the last two are the most important. The fact that she is actually persued by guys and I am not is a clear sign that it does not matter.

But after turning off my adolecent brain for a moment, I realized something that we both had in common, yet at the same time could not be any farther apart.

We both expressed ourselves. However she did so through music, and I did so through my clothes.

The only problem is that her way is very popular and appeals to many people and actually puts into words the things she wants people to know about her. How she is feeling about something that happened to her that nobody can ever imagine unless you listen to her song available on iTunes now.
(I am not super fond of K if you have not figured that out)

Anyway. My channel of expression? Well...it is more subtle. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead of a killer dress in black boots doesn't really scream I AM HAVING A BAD DAY, I HAVE NOBODY TO COMFORT ME SO PLEASE GIVE ME A HUG AND BUY MY SONG.

I think I am not that person anymore. I am not the fashionista, belongs-in-another-era, mature, and somtimes stand-offish girl I have become known as. No I may be someone else now. But afraid of changing in a place that is still the same might be holding me back, so for now I walk unhappily on the inside, hiding that behind my clothes and smiles.

Huh....

NAH! Where did this even come from?! I didn't even plan on concluding this post this way-I'm going to bed :P

This side of complaints

I am a listener. I listen in class, I mostly listen to my parents, and I love listening to my friends. And when my opinion is requested or my advise sought, I have a plethora and way too much more than that too say. I am overly happy to give my advise to others.

I am especially interested listening to my friends' problems. Typically, people would say the opposite, but this makes me feel needed and important.

Lately though, it has made me feel suffocated. I am being hit on all sides by other people's complaints, and find myself with no place to put my own grievences. I do admit that this really is the burden I chose to carry. I have, in the past, insisted on being told and given the chance to bestow my "wisdom". But who is there for me? I ask myslef. Who will insist to hear my problems?

The fact is that sitting on this side of the comversation makes me realize the folly and often pettiness of young human beings. And I do not pretend to be clean of these flaws, but that is the reason why I do not share the thoughts and feelings I long to share, the ones my friends trust me enough to share with me. No, I realize now that it is not because I do not trust them. It is because I do not think it will make a difference.

AND I know it is holding be back from the things and people I love most, but I have seen and heard too much to do anything about it.

"WTF with all the Breast Cancer?!"

Okay so they didn't actually swear about it, but a friend of mine has juvenile arthritis. May is the official arthritis month. Didn't know that?
Hm.

Well I bet you knew that October is Cancer month, although it might as well be breast cancer month. Football teams wear pink on their uniforms, skyscrapers are covered by banners and projectors of the unmistakable pink ribbon, and a new breast cancer walk is announced every day in another city.

Now don't get me wrong, any type of cancer is awful and a cure is desperately needed. But this friend of mine, well he is pissed.
Sure, people know about arthritis, but not many know about juvenile arthritis, generally categorized as RJA, a painful inflammation of the joints within children under the age of 18.

Anyway, he says, "Everybody knows about breast cancer! Who can possibly look at anything pink and not think of breast cancer?"
He continues,
But who knows about RJA? Who knows that it can happen to anyone? That it is for life? That it has torn families apart and left people broken, metaphorically and literally?
NOBODY!
I don't think one problem is more important than the other, it is just that both deserve as much attention. And cancer can go into remission. With arthritis, typically after the arthritis becomes dormant, if the doctors can manage it, then usually the child and family have to deal with the side effects of the disease and treatment? Side effects include liver failure, eroded bones and cartilage, kidney failure, stomach ulcers, and/or other diseases such as crohn's to name a few.

Who? WHO? Nobody knows.
Nobody knows-The football players can't even get freaking breast cancer!
WE need the spotlight now and nobody cares to share it. People make bank on breast cancer too! Tee shirts, wrist bands, paper pads, ribbons, cups, hats, jewelry, pens, stocking stuffers, candy, shoe laces, shorts, scarves, beanie babies, and a few more...


I am sure I missed a few other things he said.

But it put me in a pickle. Neither (breast cancer or RJA) deserves more or less attention, each is just as important...but is it bad to want to compete with breast cancer? It seems more like a franchise now, and the treatment is...well better. Not to mention they have an endless supply of research funding. I heard the Arthritis Foundation is actually down on donations this year.

Again, not picking one over the other or anything, just fruit for thought.

Yeah, but...I've already seen that. Or have I?

"woman now 21 years old has a 1 in 4 chance of experiencing a violent crime in her lifetime" -Cosmo

I am not 21.

Yet I have already witnessed a couple violent crimes. One happened right across the street from where I live. The tiny factoid above makes me wonder if I have gotten my fair share, or if I am destined to experience more terrible things in my lifetime.
It also makes me contemplate whether I believe in pre-determined fate or chance or luck or karma. I do believe in chance, both the good and bad things have proven that chance is imminent and lurking in the corners of every day. I also believe in luck, but not in the way that someone is simply lucky or unlucky; I think luck and chance go hand in hand.
A good happenstance is lucky, but an unfortunate event is unlucky.

I do not think I believe in karma....The idea that certain actions can determine the course of your future, twisting and turning and changing it at any moment without you knowing sounds too out of control. In fact, the idea of karma sounds like you have no control over your life at all. I suppose you could argue that you can control your choices and actions and therefore your future, but it is not a exact science.
Helping an old lady across the street does not guarantee you will receive a raise from the boss that hates your guts.

So I suppose I so not believe in pre-determined fate?

However there is also the wonder about a higher power.
Come to think of it, there is. But that doesn't mean he is prying into our lives, pulling the strings and deciding our fates.
Nuh-uh.
I bet you my left foot the Big Guy is sitting on a lounge of clouds, a beer in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other, with planet Earth playing right in front of him. The Catholic bible says we were given free will right? I think he is just watching us, letting us do our thing. He wouldn't have to worry about swaying us to do good to end up there with him-there are too many good people out there to worry about that.

So I can conclude that I believe in a god, but not a higher power per se.

Where is the rain?

When does it rain,
When does it rain?

I cannot feel the drops
I do not feel the wind.

Chills do not touch my skin
Drops do no stain my skin.

When does it rain,
When does it rain?

Feel the air drop?
I don't.

Feel the clouds press?
I don't.

When does it rain,
When does it rain?

Do your lungs shudder
Do your hairs stand on end?

I have none
I feel none
I am none.


Do you see me?
I see you.

Do you feel me?
I feel you.

Do you miss me?
I miss you.

Do you wait for me?
I wait for you.


Where is the rain?
Where is the rain?

I am among the rain.
I am among the rain.

Where is the rain?
Where is the rain?

Okay so I have been lying to my friends and family and myself.

About B. Because no matter how I dress it up or put it down or try my hardest to forget it completely, this situation is not going away. So I decided, I would rather see him everyday and torture myself a tiny bity everyday, than not see him at all and feel completely dejected and rejected and any other "-jected" that means feeling like shit. After all, the tiny bits of torture are not bad, not bad at all, since it is balanced out by the chance and privilege to see him and experience the way I feel when I do.

Those who smile the most....

on the outside, are most likely the ones frowning the most on the inside. I do not think I am the first one to have said this. But I wanted to post about it nonetheless. So many people wear their hearts on their sleeves, but you don't really wonder about them-because you have nothing to wonder about! I'm talking primarily about teenagers here. And there is no inbetween! It's either you are a walking-raging emotional wreck, or a quiet and/or smiley person that doesn't tell anyone anything. I read this article, speculating that much of today's "youth" (not sure what range of ages, whether adolecent or teenage or toddler or whatever) have spent the majority of their lives on antidepressants, and therefore have become "emotionally illiterate." Hmmmmm, perhaps in some cases that may be true. After all, visit any run-of-the-mill high school and you will feel it: the emotional flares and blips and explosions are palpable. Even with the i-am-smiling-and-therefore-am-a-perfectly-happy-child children, you an feel tension and raw feelings. But I do not think kids are tuned to that, so they do not notice or ask. Actually I don't think adults are tuned to this either, or else these kids would have someone to talk to. I guess babies are the only ones; they can sense it and that's why they are upset so easily. Wow. If this were at all plausible or true, the world would be an even bigger mess than it already is. But then, I think this is a common case. And if there is not 10 teen suicides in each school every year, I like to think that there are warriors that walk among us. People that weathered their personal storms and emerged stronger than before. I know this sounds awful, but this sounds like survival of the fittest to me. Many people seem to go through their teen years crying on the inside, some letting it ruin them, some even commiting suicide, and some that use it to make themselves better. See what I am getting at? It seems to me that humans are at the top, and the bottom of the food chain. Because we may be the top predator in the world, but now our greatest threat may be ourselves. . . . Darn I am not the first to come up with that either.

Empty

Sometimes I hate my brother. I know that the way he acts is not really him-it is his medication which causes him to have extreme mood swings. He is typically a very sweet kid. But it is just so hard to look past that. He may say something, and I try to ignore him, but he just. won't . leave. me. alone! He keeps provoking me, pushing just to see how easy it is to break me. How the hell can someone so nice be so awful?! I don't fucking care if it is his medication-it seems more like he is using that as an excuse!!! Just because he won't be reprimanded right away or because our parents aren't around or because he just fucking can! He won’t leave me alone! And I am so torn.... I really have no strength to resist him anymore. I simply walk away when I realize that there is no use trying. But it is a dejected walk; a walk of surrender. I feel like a coward and a failure; I feel like a dog with its head down, like I have been reemed and whipped and scolded. I have no fight left and it is the worst feeling in the world. I do not quit, I know when I am beaten. I am not a coward, I know when I am out of my depth. But I don’t know my depth and I didn’t realize I was losing until I lost. There is nothing that justifies the way I feel. What justifies doing this to me? What justifies doing this to my brother? To my family? To ANYONE?! This is fucked up and….See? No fight left. I cannot sustain my anger anymore. I feel so broken.

Falling short or past my expectations?

The first day of school was not what I was expecting. For the first time since 8th grade, I found myself thanking God for the drill sergeant English teacher I had from 1st grade until 7th grade. We were more or less quizzed on the more advanced forms of grammar, the teacher insisting it was just a first-day activity but I wasn’t convinced. In an overcrowded class, the weak fish are more likely to be bumped down into a regular level class and she was testing the waters for blood. And let me just say, I passed with flying colors. Excuse me while I bask in my tiny achievement and boosted ego…. This is a perfect start to the year, since I struggled in all my classes last year. I hope this fortune continues… It also seems as if I never left. This school has become so familiar to me; it is strange to think that I will be gone soon enough. I am conflicted. I still long for those days by the lake-words cannot describe what those days meant to me-but the familiarity of being back to school is comforting. I guess it is similar to my short adventure by the lake in the most opposite way: both were a different kind of freedom. The lake was a haven to rest and be free of my worries where my spirit was free to feel adrenaline and adventure and abandon. School is also a haven, where I have a setting to prove myself and control my future among a sense of independence and maturity. It is refreshing to feel so much better about school, and still long for the lake. Funny how the grass isn’t just greener on the other side; it is pretty nice on both sides when the stars are right. (Speaking of conflicting feelings….) As for B, I was surprised to find myself believing my words. Meaning: what I said I would say to my friends about B and me, but really mean, well I found myself meaning those words. As I gave M (friend, girl) and E (another friend, girl) my spiel, I found myself believing my words. I am not sure how I feel about it. Happy that my feelings concerning him are straightened out, or disappointed that there is no longer a possibility of us. I know that we had our chance almost two years ago, but he has been on my mind almost constantly for two years, and I had wondered and worried and pondered and even researched what my feelings were for him and his for me and what it made us to each other. This leads me to another question, does all this trouble mean I have genuine feelings for him-or am I an obsessed teenage girl? I don’t feel obsessed, if anything I typically try to push him from my mind. I stand by what I wrote earlier, but the questions about our history are still there and wanting for answers.

Going back to school

This past weekend I spent in a cabin, by the most beautiful lake I had ever seen. Now I go back to school tomorrow. When I left that lake, when I returned home, when I woke up this morning, I was unprepared for the heaviness I felt. In short, I don't want to go back to school. The time I spent in that little slice of paradise meant more to me in a way I could never have predicted I would feel. It was one of the most wonderful times of my life. I was so free of my usual worries and stresses. It was a different kind of freedom that I fully intend on experiencing many more times in the future.

I keep explaining to myself....

I am sure now that I am NOT in love with B. I was thinking about how I would explain our relationship to some friends of mine, whom I know will ask about us, and I know I would never tell them that I love him. I think I would say something like this, "I have always been attracted to B. It has just always been there, the attraction. However I have a tendency to take things too close to heart. A look from a cute boy can give me the idea that he migth be flirting with me, even if I know he probably is not. But with B, we are just very comfortable with eachother and have an unsaid understanding. When we dated we were sometimes very public with our affections and now, even though we do not do the things we did then (i.e. hold hands, sit extremely close together, kiss, etc.), I am still comfortable with him doing things like putting his hand on the smal of my back or rubbing my shoulder. And the reason that I can allow him to do this without getting the idea that his actions mean more is that, well, he makes similar actions with his mom and sister. It is just how B is. Not to mention, he is in love with someone, and it looks like he will be in deep for a long, long time." I hope I am a better liar than people say I am.

Words and No Words

Sometimes I wonder if we decrease the value of words. It seems of late people throw around words and phrases like "fuck" and "shit" and "I love you" and "I hate you". As a result the language loses its value as an element meant to convey serious and/or deep emotions due to over usage. Why does no one see this? Can we stop this? Because when I fall in love I want it to have meaning. And when I want to insult someone, it would be nice if that had meaning too.

the Title: what the hell it means

Acquaint: v. to allow oneself or another person to become familiar with something new. Adapt: v. to adjust oneself Align: v. to put onself on one side of an issue Got your attention, didn't it? Originally this was supposed to be a fashion blog, but that fell through. This will be my "Post whatever I motherfranking feel like posting" blog. Enjoy! Or not! By the way, yes, i am aware that the above definitions are not technically "dictionary accurate", but they are still true, viable interpretations of those words. Also, I don't care that I mispell words. Even if it is appparent that I care what any random person that might stumble upon this blog might think of my lack of purpose (clue in to all the exlplanations D:), my head will explode if you freaking bother to comment to tell me I misspelled something.

What's her game?

long story short: I dated this boy (We'll call him "B") for about two months and it did not work out. After some time appart, we became friends again. We grew closer together through texts (I know, that's juivenille and lame...but anyhoo) and deep conversations. In the beginning, they were often about other girls he thought he was in love with. Now that I think about it, I think I was the only girl he was not in love with. You see I was there for him when the girl he was in love with at the time wouldn't give him the time of day and I comforted him when he was crushed and badda bing badda boom! We began dating. Anyway, we had some wonderful conversations and often I found myself thinking, "Why didn't this happen when we were dating? We would never have broken up if we could talk like this!" Anyway he is in a band and they've been switching around with singers, all girls I think, and he fell in love with one in particular (She will be "K"). Again, long story-short (this isn't a Yahoo!Answers post/question/ramble/annoying thing nobody reads-oh! haha that's right, nobody reads this....ANYWAY, long story-short they had a little up and down kinda-nonexistent fling. However while his feelings for her grew stronger, she refeused to commit to a relationship to him, despite her supposed feelings for him as well. It turns out K was waiting for another boy. And when the other guy turned out to refuse commiting to HER, K still did not want to seriously date B. So now they are not talking, and she has the gall to complain! K is upset that B doesn;t want to talk to her! She insits that she cares and so she is hurt that he will not.... WOW this is EXACTLY like a Yahoo!Answers post/question/ramble/annoying thing nobody reads. In truth, there is so much depth to this story and so many details, I cannot do it justice in recolecton. It turns out that I have been stirred up and down by this boy. He drives me crazy, and I love it. His touch sets my insides on fire. And whenever he mentions K or remnants of his affections for her come to my attention I burn with envy. I have spend hours and days explaining my feeling to myself. "You only feel this way because he was your first boyfriend." "It is only because you cannot have him anymore." "You have raw feelings, you take ANY attention from a boy too far." "You are hormonal!" But how many boys stir butterflies in my stomach with just one touch or one look? How many boys make my day just by happening across my field of vision? How many boys make me strive to be a better me every single day? I have got it bad and I cannot stand it. How can I be his friend while suppressing my feelings? Even if there were an oppotunity for us to get back together, the thought of K and his love for her would always be on my mind. Also the fact that B has fallen fast and hard more than once before plants the seed of doubt that any feelings he could possibly have for me are genuine. I already said that I don't think he loved me when we dated, and I was his longest serious relationship. I think I am destined to torture myself over him until I graduate. Or until I meet someone that could possbly make me feel the way B makes me feel. I think I love him and I am totally screwed.

Where, oh where, have the little hats gone?

Remember the days when no matter how poor a man could be, he never went outdoors without a hat? Or the many ribbons and flowers and various accessories that adorned every lady's head for miles around? I don't know, perhaps you do, but it is unlikely since you would be in your 90s and have better things to do than frolic around on the internet. Anyhoo, what happened to those hats? (As in, what historically, econimically, or culturally happened that could cause hats to fall to the wayside as neccessary articles of clothing-such as shirts or shoes?) Does anyone miss them? If hats were still a common staple in the daily wardrobe of man, woman, and beast alike, what would they look like?

thoughts that might last

okay...psych. i am just going to blog about whatever i feel like blogging. i don't really care if anyone finds it interesting or not-i just want to give a lifespan to my thoughts.

COMING SOON TO STORES AND THEATERS NEAR YOU!!!

Sorry, this is not a movie or latest smartphone. It is something rather worse. I am still getting things set up and ready to go for this blog. It will be a fashion blog by the way, but focused more on the things people do not usually talk about. It won't be about what to wear next spring or how to match your eye color to a proper lip tint. This will be a conversation and opinion blog, focusing on ALL things fashion from the business part to the industrial part to the creative part and everything in between. There is nothing here yet, but please come and check it out soon. Arrivederci.