Frugal Glee

but it was only a hipster. because most people look like this at berkeley (it’s true i dare you to come check) so i proceeded to see lots and lots of these charlatans. which is delicious and horrifying. in our humor magazine “squelch” there was a pretty funny headline titled “increase in hipsters cause third american apparel to open” or something like that, i dont think i quoted it exactly. ok i admit i wish i could take credit for it. it is totally relevant because everyday i walk to campus i think why the hell is there now two american apparels literally three stores away from each other? last year it moved three doors down but now the old store is all stocked with aa stuff too so perhaps they were just remodelling. i thought they had lost money and needed to move to the smaller, less awesome location. another shattered dream. and also, every day i notice so many people dressed amazingly from head to toe moreso than any past years and i think it is a combination of nice and indie clothes (in my opinion) getting more mainstream and younger kids nowadays being full of energy and sex appeal. i can’t believe i’ve been dressing less and less crazy nowadays, like i told myself i’d never do. but i’m actually getting rid of my gothic lolita skirts and neon green ballerina outfit and little house on the prairie dress (only one of them, i still have three left. so all hope isn’t lost?) because they look so ridiculous to me. there are still many other things i cant imagine wearing again but i will keep them until it becomes unbearable. i’ve been getting gray skirts and brown cardigans. it feels good to pass down the torch and become an old fart. i’m going to go finish reading my food blogs now.

i started a garden last week which will be a whole post in itself, hopefully coming soon!

so i was looking at the neiman marcus xmas catalogue at work today and it just really confused and overwhelmed me with strange emotions. i think they were emotions that were from the same family of jealousy and disgust and dirtiness and all those other ones people warn you about when you’re a kid. i mean what were the childhoods like of people who want to buy a lifesized lego sculpture of themselves for their husband/wife for the holidays? i’m trying to recall the most frivolous kid from elementary school but i guess i was blessed to come from a place where people ate meat and potatoes every night. although, in middle school we were mixed with some richer people from a really good neighborhood. i guess if they could wear abercrombie and fitch every day and were allowed to buy smelly cologne we considered them kind of well-off. our spanish teacher was supposed to be the most ritzy cultured lady because she maaaybe had been to spain and drove a bmw. but moving to california also apparently also made my parents rich. as usual i dont know where i’m going with this. reading the catalogue makes me feel kind of like going to the mall which i havent done since last winter. oh damn i feel a whiny rant coming on. sorry i sound so cynical but malls just make me feel so bad! i am a cheap person so i never get sucked into any of the sales and i am also too old (and cheap) to let malls make me feel bad about my appearance and i’m also too not trendy (and cheap) to even be tempted by any of the stuff but it still makes me feel foreign and ungrounded. i still get annoyed at the bad overpriced food at malls too. i guess food never fails to move me. at this particular time i wonder who buys from this catalogue and how they fall asleep at night
my chapstick broke and i smeared it on my hands today and it makes for awesome hand cream. sorry if that was disgusting. but if you dont feel it’s disgusting, i totally still feel its silkiness ten hours afterwards so if you’re ever out of expensive hand lotion..!