wild wild wildwood days

just mackin' on some dude at the beach, you know how I do

I've been on vacation 2 days

And I already broke my nose. Actually, my boyfriend broke it. ACCIDENTALLY. This is a photo of my skull from a really unflattering angle but it's my skull so uh, awesome.

But it'd be wasting money on literature!

I love books. I love magazines. I just absolutely love print. Every time I catch a glance of these reissued Penguin classics floating around the internet, I let out a sad, poor sigh.

Found at Penguin Classics, $20 each

Just look at that Alice and Wonderland cover -- like I really need ANOTHER copy of it laying around my house...but but but look at it!

What I wore to go to Starbucks for 45 minutes

People tell me I dress well. I don't really see that. In fact, I dress like a person who shops too much but just ends up wearing the same few things over and over and over again -- like most girls. Everyone will compliment my new sheer button up but I'll go back to wearing a pair of blue jeans with that Lady Gaga shirt I cut the neck out of. Crew necks are really unflattering on me. And hell, I don't even LIKE Gaga that much but the shirt looks cool. And man, is it comfy

Sheer button-up: H&M
Denim shorts: Urban Outfitters
Shoes (not shown because I wear the same ones 90% of the time): Minnetonka moccasins
Zodiac necklace: BCBG

What I donned yesterday was a little more creative (you witness the limits of my creativity, see) than usual but not something you wouldn't see on about 500 other girls in Philly on the same day. BUT AS PREVIOUSLY ITERATED, THIS IS MY BLOG AND I DO WHAT I WANT.

Doing what I want includes showing my butt in shorts. Which isn't weird because this is the Internet and I could probably find your butt in a pair of shorts in less than 5 minutes. If Google can find my uncle's arrest information coupled with an unattractive mugshot, without me even knowing he was involved in a hit and run...I can't even begin to fathom its capabilities.

My weaknesses include introductions...

So, after years (not even an exaggeration, I mean YEARS) of saying I would...I've made an actual blog. Not another Livejournal, not a third Tumblr -- but a BLOG. It says so in the URL, blogger. A place to talk about myself all I want and if you want to follow, you can. Not that anyone but my friends will but a girl can dream big, can't she?

I've just finally forced myself to take the plunge because it'll never be as perfect and prepared as I want it to be.

Uh, I'm really bad at introductions. I normally just stumble over my words a little and make some terrible excuse about how what I'm doing at the moment is all I do.

"Oh yeah, I'm Sarah...working is about all I do!" "Yep, I'm Sarah, sitting on my butt scrolling through Tumblr is about it for me." "Sarah's the name, petting cats is my game, am I right?"

I often describe myself as boring but I really don't think I am. I mean come on! I have friends! People talk to me! I have dreams and ambitions, as buried and hidden as they are. And to be a little cheesy, oh lordy, maybe this blog with help with that.

Hi, I'm Sarah. I'm starting a goddamned blog and I'm going to write in (on? with?) it. Maybe about my dad or my cats or my friends -- maybe about things I wear or something that makes me laugh. And you're going to get sick of my face because I like to post it. BUT IT'S MY BLOG AND I'LL DO WHAT I WANT.