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Go czech her out.
The end.
Go czech her out.
The end.
Mar 21, 2012
Clever
I would like to take the time on this blog to point out another one of my favorite blogs I like to read.
Mainstream
Maybe I should put a sticky-note by my computer to remind me to post on this thing so then every time I get on the interwebs, it will be there for me to see and then I post unless I ignore it and then I would never get anything done.
Worst run on sentence ever.
Actually, I have seen worse...
You know, I am having problems with this whole 'mainstream' thing that's taken a hold of my system. I feel like I am stuck in the current of the "Valley-Girl" (I don't know if that completely suffices the subject I will be talking about), or, another way I like to put it, "Utah-Mominism" (see what I did there? Mom and Mormonism put together. Booyah)
What is this thing that you are talking about, Lizzy? you might ask. What on earth do you mean?
Well, allow me to answer, inquisitive imaginary reader.
Let's say you live in, hmm, I don't know, Happy Valley Utah, where all the moms dress like teenagers with cardigans and colored/patterned tights and adorned with big-jeweled necklaces and bracelets. (No offense to those of you whose moms are like this...) And, to add on to this scenario, the moms are into, you guessed it, photography.
(Yes, I did have a small-ish paragraph about that in my last post. Feel free to czech it out)
I'm not saying that photography is bad at all. I love photography--like every other female in this county--but I SWEAR I did not join it because every. other. female. did.
A;pdfiahenkqo34eyfaghadfkqw[2poguaf'sdofjasdgyi59gljas[dfihqep48!!!!!!!!!
I started WAY before I even lived in this Happy Valley. Meh.
Okay, stepping off of my photography soapbox now. Let's move on to something more irritating.
Boutiques. Those wretched things...
YOU CAN NOT DRIVE TWO BLOCKS DOWN THE ROAD WITHOUT SEEING A BOUTIQUE / ADVERTISEMENT FOR ONE.
If you have ever never seen a boutique after two blocks, I envy you. Tell me where this road is immediately.
Why is it that these ladies feel the urge to be completely the same? Always. They all like frilly vintage chic things. Many houses in my neighborhood are all decorated completely the same on the inside. They get all their decor from the same stores, I swear. Maybe Tai-Pan Trading or something. (My mom likes that store, but our house isn't that outlandish)
Okay, now I'm done with that little vent.
Tune in next time for a new vent by Lizzy: Grammar (focused mainly on when people get words mixed up i.e. your/you're, their/they're/there, angle/angel and stuff like that)
Worst run on sentence ever.
Actually, I have seen worse...
You know, I am having problems with this whole 'mainstream' thing that's taken a hold of my system. I feel like I am stuck in the current of the "Valley-Girl" (I don't know if that completely suffices the subject I will be talking about), or, another way I like to put it, "Utah-Mominism" (see what I did there? Mom and Mormonism put together. Booyah)
What is this thing that you are talking about, Lizzy? you might ask. What on earth do you mean?
Well, allow me to answer, inquisitive imaginary reader.
Let's say you live in, hmm, I don't know, Happy Valley Utah, where all the moms dress like teenagers with cardigans and colored/patterned tights and adorned with big-jeweled necklaces and bracelets. (No offense to those of you whose moms are like this...) And, to add on to this scenario, the moms are into, you guessed it, photography.
(Yes, I did have a small-ish paragraph about that in my last post. Feel free to czech it out)
I'm not saying that photography is bad at all. I love photography--like every other female in this county--but I SWEAR I did not join it because every. other. female. did.
A;pdfiahenkqo34eyfaghadfkqw[2poguaf'sdofjasdgyi59gljas[dfihqep48!!!!!!!!!
I started WAY before I even lived in this Happy Valley. Meh.
Okay, stepping off of my photography soapbox now. Let's move on to something more irritating.
Boutiques. Those wretched things...
YOU CAN NOT DRIVE TWO BLOCKS DOWN THE ROAD WITHOUT SEEING A BOUTIQUE / ADVERTISEMENT FOR ONE.
If you have ever never seen a boutique after two blocks, I envy you. Tell me where this road is immediately.
Why is it that these ladies feel the urge to be completely the same? Always. They all like frilly vintage chic things. Many houses in my neighborhood are all decorated completely the same on the inside. They get all their decor from the same stores, I swear. Maybe Tai-Pan Trading or something. (My mom likes that store, but our house isn't that outlandish)
Okay, now I'm done with that little vent.
Tune in next time for a new vent by Lizzy: Grammar (focused mainly on when people get words mixed up i.e. your/you're, their/they're/there, angle/angel and stuff like that)
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