bekindtostrangers: (Bones: But Here's the Kickster)
 I switched my site navigation from "Vertigo" to "Horizon," so we'll see how long it takes me to get confused.

I spent a good part of yesterday doing nothing reading magazines and working on my style board. Some might call it an inspiration board. It's basically an oversized (we're talking seriously huge, I can't even hang it because I don't have a stud to nail it into) corkboard. I go through all my magazines that I am obsessed with love and cut out styles/fashions/things I like and pin to the board. It gives me inspiration for how I dress, makeup I do, how I decorate my house for a month or two months or however long I am inspired. If I start to gather a lot of things from magazines, I eventually switch things out. I put what's on the board in my stylebook - a giant scrapbook dedicated just to the clippings - and put the new stuff on the board.

Kind of lame, and pointless, but it makes me happy. I like being able to go back through the years and see what's changed.

So that's what I did yesterday. Today and tomorrow are barbecue central. Two barbecues today, one tomorrow. One of the ones today is at my boyfriend's dad's house, my boyfriend and his dad who are Jewish. Which means no pork, of course, which leads me to ask, what's the point?

I'm waiting for him to change (he's slow, bum knee) and then we are off! Barbecues are the only good thing about summer, methinks.

AND PEACHES.
bekindtostrangers: (Misc: Weight of the World)
You know, I've started this post half a dozen times. I just don't know what to say. I want to bitch and moan about my dad and how he keeps spending money I keep telling him we don't have and keeps putting his account into the red so I have to piece meal the shit out of my savings and have now spent around $300 on overdraft charges and there I got it off my chest.

Let's talk about happier things, shall we?

I work in Cubicleland. Gray cubicles (and floors and walls and ceiling) as far as the eye can see. We're rearranging/rebuilding some (most) of the cubes (except mine) on the floor to get ready for the sale that managers won't admit is going to happen probably this fall ( I mean, who paints a stairwell just because? Really?) and it's quite noisy and busy on the floor right now. I love how some of them are being rearranged - it's been needed for a long time - but, for example, I almost walked into one of the new cubes today. So, I'm awesome.

Change seems to be a recurring theme in my life right now. So, I think my bank account needs to change into having some money. See what I did there?

I splurged on a stack of trashy magazines today. God, I love magaznies. Bought Cosmo, Elle, InStyle and People. I always get Cosmo and a People, but I haven't read Elle or InStyle in eons, so I thought "hey why not." My best friend is abandoning me tomorrow and my boyfriend is abandoning me tomorrow, sooo I need something to do and this something shall be wear a beauty mask, eat unhealthy food and read trashy magazines. God, I'm so LA.

ETA: To show you the depths of my maturity, let me show you my eats today: breakfast broccoli (eesh I hate spelling that word) and carrots with spinach dip; dinner peanut butter cookie and iced tea; supper green pepper slices with a balsamic viniagrette, a third of a box of mac and cheese spirals and a handful of tortilla chips. RAWK. The theme today?: Lazy.
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I am SO irritated. The one thing I could NOT find at the grocery store was a peach. Apricots? Yes. All sorts of (mm) tomatoes? Yes. Onions (ew) out the wazoo? Yes. Which reminds me, got an excellent summer salad suggestion from a friend of mine: cucumbers, onions (ew, bypass,) avocado and tomatoes in a balsamic vinaigrette. I am super excited to try this for supper.

But no peaches!

Am I like way out of season here? As far as I'm concerned, summer = peaches, so I WANT A PEACH.

I'm over it. Not really, but I'll pretend for your sake.

Also got a really pretty ring I've been coveting for a couple weeks now (thank you, Discover) and the makeup store had Buy 2 Get 2 on house products, so being the junkie I am, I got four new nail polishes. All cheerful shades of dark purple, dark burgundy, dark, shimmery teal and super dark midnight blue. I'M SO CHEERFUL.

So, now I'm home and I have crap to do. I much prefer the shopping, wandering part of the day better.

Also? It is hella hot. And I normally don't overly mind the hot weather but DAMN. Hi, August.
bekindtostrangers: (VH: My Future's So Bright)
Scheduled today off, quite some time ago - thank god - and I woke up about 30 minutes ago. Which, if you know me, is majorly sleeping in.

It went from low-60s and misty and rainy (think London) on Friday to a low of 75 this morning with an eventually high of 90 with a dew point in the 70s, which will bump the heat index ("how the temperature feels," to those who live in areas without humidity,) up to around 100. And sunny. (Think New Orleans.)

Now, I have no problem with summer weather, theoretically. Every season gets its due, it's good for a change, etc. But this is August weather, after a quite lovely spate of October weather. Quite frankly, I'm not ready.

Anyway, I'll dress for it, in a dress, ponytail, sandals and spf.

The name of the game today is relaxation. And for me, relaxation is shopping. Not even buying anything, just wandering around and seeing what's out there. Contemplating a white purse (of course, it's me. Wouldn't be me if bags weren't in the picture.) and a peach. I REALLY want a peach.
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Also, y'all need to pray for my dad to get a job because there's a new bedding set I *really* want but I'm being good and paying for his utilities instead.

Also, purses. Omg, I've bought so many designer bags in the last six months. I can has rehab??

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