The world. Today.

There’s too much happening in the world. The flow of information has become overwhelming. Sometimes I wonder how those in the journalistic field actually manage to not go crazy. The massive amounts of information that come in by the minute must be beyond difficult to digest. Personally, I think it would be nice if the world would stop for at least an hour. Not stop entirely, but just go for one hour without hundreds and hundreds of events happening. If not for the peace and quiet, at least so we could all stop and catch our breath.

Lighten up! Okay, then.

This blog has gotten very serious of late and while it was never meant to be all hee hees and giggles, the somber tone is beginning to get on my nerves. I know, I know, I wrote it so I shouldn’t complain, right? Wrong. I complain about lots of things, all the time and Blog is no exception. So, here is a post to lighten the atmosphere of war and missiles.

 

The subject: eyelashes.

What? Why? Because! Okay, it’s actually been a growing thing- irritation wise at least. Everywhere I look I see thick, curly eyelashes. That’s cool and good and all, except for one problem. They’re all on men. I don’t see pretty eyelashes on girls anymore. Instead, I see eyelashes on these dudes and seriously, they look as though they’ve spent an hour with a eyelash curler in one hand, and a mascara wand in the other. And it isn’t fair. All my life I’ve wanted long, pretty eyelashes that sweep down like a “fan.” (no, I don’t know where that phrase came from). The point is, is that what used to be considered a girl’s domain has slowly been taken over by the males. And it SUCKS. 

There is always the option to dye your eyelashes (!) and get extensions (!!) but I don’t want to. I want them naturally. And it seems like the only way I’m going to get that is if I marry into it. I suppose I can just steal my husband’s.

If I ever get married, which is highly unlikely.

House-Sitting

For the next couple of weeks, I get to babysit a house. And its dogs. And plants. It’s real exciting. Actually, right now it’s not so great- it’s storming outside and the neighborhood I’m stationed at is kinda in the boondocks. Boondocks! Wow, I sound backwards when I say that.

Audrey

So Audrey Hepburn is perhaps the classiest woman alive. This is a comment made by people all the time, and I will now add myself to their epiphiniac masses. It only re-introduces itself when I see someone such as Britney Spears in the news. Yes, I know, she’s Britney and she has problems. Whatever. Been there, done that, and heard the same news story over and over again. She still remains trashy. In fact, I think that all movie stars are… on a somewhat trashy level. Miss Angelina, despite how beautiful she may be, or how many children she may have, is still trashy. Kate Hudson? Don’t even get me started. The Hills stars? The epitome of low class. In fact the only movie star who still manages to impress me with her elegance is Julia Roberts. She’s a Bush-hating liberal, but she still has an aura of grace around her. Same goes for Sandra Bullock. Of course, she’s an Austinite so I may be a bit prejudiced. Anyway. I was watching the E! news network and it struck me again how movie stars need to learn to be stars again. Not every day people. Not just anyone can be a movie star…. I only wish that they would all realize it. 

So.

I got sick right before (right before!) finals. And I’ve been semi-recovering ever since. Let’s just say the flu is not fun, and anyone who has it for an extended period of time is a really sad person. Anyway. So, Jenna Bush got married yesterday. Congratulations to her! I, unlike the rest of the world, like the Bush family and I hope to see them all do well. Yes, the man of the house may not make the most popular or correct decisions, but that doesn’t mean his daughter shouldn’t have a happy wedding. I just wish they had released pictures. Perhaps they have… I’ve been reclused away at a house that doesn’t really have internet. I say doesn’t really because it does, but I can’t use it. Anyway. House-sitting! A more responsible version of a hotel. More posts on that later. For now, I’m going to eat spaghetti and pretend I’m back in London. (future post as well.)