Scent: Flora by Gucci
Song: Can't Believe It by T-Pain feat Lil' Wayne
Drink: Venti passion Fruit Tea with 3 Splenda from starbucks
Place To Unwind: Lifetime Fitness
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
A couple of days ago I had this really great experience where I thought I was never going to want to shop again. You all read about it. It was a breakthrough. Monumental. Seriously the strangest thing ever. I bet everyone was all worried I was going to get really boring to read about because what kind of Elyse doesn't buy jewerly without thinking about the fact that prices on earrings theoretically should not include a comma, and then blog about how fulfilling it is? A boring Elyse that is.
No worries, friends, old habits die hard. I made the mistake of going to the Galleria this week and darnet, the smell of Louis Vuitton still makes my head spin. So disregard all that growing up and habit breaking, because I'm back!
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Because of my recent daily traveling and my 2001 cd and cassestte-less work truck, I have the not so pleasant experience of listening to the radio. All. Day. I don't know what I did pre- iPod, I really don't. This adventure has inspired me to create one of my infamous lists.
Top 6 Worst, Most Annoying, Most Redundant Songs On The Radio
1. HALO by Beyonce. Kyria is going to kill me for this one but seriously it is not even up to par with ANY of Beyonce's songs
2. BOOM BOOM POW by Bep's. I tolerate it because Nikka likes it and I support Fergie. Other than that- gross.
3. KISS ME THROUGH THE PHONE- Sweet beat. That's it. I feel like a nerd listening to it. I feel like an even bigger nerd when it is stuck in my head because it is a ridiculous.
4. P-P-POKER-FACE-P-O-OKER FACE.
5. SOMETHING STUPID by Miley Cyrus. I don't even know the name of the song. All I know is she performed it on the CMA's and I haven't stopped hating it.
6. BIRTHDAY SEX by Jeremiah. Jeremiah came to San Antonio and Austin last weekend and so to promote this event, his song was blowing up the radio. It's title alone is why people have a bad perception of hip-hop.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Generally, my life is governed by a feeling of want. I go to the mall because I want a better wardrobe. I eat chocolate because I am a variation of hungry. I fly to places that aren't my home because I feel like belonging somewhere else. I look to the future hoping it will provide hope for the presence. Day after day, month after month I wait for something else, something new. Yesterday, I had a feeling of honest contentment.
I lay in bed last night thinking about the rest of the week and the things I have to get done and I was trying to plan a reward for myself. I considered a splurge to Half Yearly, that Chanel bracelet I've been eying, maybe a new pair of glasses. I couldn't latch onto anything that really made my heart pump it's usual pattern when I am dream-shopping. All I could think was how hard I've been working and how it feels good. I wanted for nothing.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
In an effort to become a more communicative family, my mother has instituted a new sunday night pain ritual centered around talking about our feelings. She came up with a series of prompts that are drawn out of a hat one-by-one and everyone (that means EVERYONE under the roof(s), which, last night, included three non-members of our family) has to respond to. For an hour and a half. This is where the pain part comes in. The questions are far from innocent; for instance, "What's your favorite color?" was not included. An example of a fair question for this exercise is "What is the worst thing that has happened to you in the last year?", or "What did you cry about the last time your cried?". You can imagine the horror this would cause on a select number of Dials who do not talk about their feelings, plus a select group of friends of the Dials who once thought we were normal. Boy did we squash that reputation. In fact, as I'm watching The Hills right now and watching Audrina yell at Jayde for no reason I think to myself that we could entertain America better than them. And I'll play Lauren, because I love Chanel, too.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
There was a point when I actually let out a yelp of happiness, simply because I couldn't keep it in any longer. I made a point to only interact when it was necessary. I didn't think about school or work or money or the decisions in my life. I stopped to notice the weather. I thought about how blessed I was to be able to travel to places most girls only dreamed of. I thought about how long it'd taken me to get to a point where I could let myself be truly happy, even for a moment. I thought about the satisfaction I would feel when I could share this experience with someone. That was the only feeling of longing I had. The feeling that someone else would love this day as much as I did. Other than that, the only feelings were freedom, endless possibilities, and money well spent. I said whatever I wanted and did whatever I wanted. I slept in a hotel bed next to an incadescant fireplace and a window with a view of the ocean. I shaved my legs because I could and ran for miles and took 2 hours to get ready. I pretended I was a queen. I pretended I was a CEO. I pretended I was important. For 5 days I was whatever I wanted to be.