I See Dead People In Haute Couture

what have I talked/ranted about? Fashion? Bread? Picture taking poses?

Let’s get (semi) serious for a moment. Now, future me, when you read this, I don’t expect your values to be the same. This is just the so-called mature you that you seem to act like.

Alcohol - I don’t drink, and for an actual legitimate reason: the freaking disease that shall haunt me for the rest of my life. My body, in regards to health, is so different from everyone else that I fear what happens when I get drunk. What if I get so drunk that I pass out, but not because of the alcohol but rather because I’m having a hypoglycemic moment? I can actually die from one of those hypos … just sayin’. Another reason I don’t drink? Because most of it tastes pretty disgusting. Like drinking soap mixed with acid or something. Except mojitos. Those are good. 

Illegal Drugs - HAH. See above? The only drug I’m on is my insulin, and we’ll leave it at that. 

Partying - I don’t like staying up late. I feel like I could be claustrophobic when I’m under those situations. I can’t drive, so I have to call for a ride -> Hate that. 

Religion - I don’t think I belong to any particular. I feel like I could be Christian because I “reference” God a lot. Then again … I’m not sure. 

Image/Appearance - I avoided the Abercrombie and Fitch/Hollister/AE/etc. phase as much as I could. I don’t want to conform through fashion. I hate seeing everyone wear that. It was like that in junior high and high school. It was also having the same brands too (True Religion, Rock and Republic, Coach). Branding. Bleh. (I probably subtly do it though.) Girls, stop teasing your hair - it’s really bad for your hair, actually. Stop following and be individual. Like Neil Patrick Harris said, “Individuality is sexy” (or something along those lines).

Politics - I dunno. I have nothing to say. I’m not following it either. I should actually register to vote though since I’m of age, but I don’t know who I’d vote for.

Education - Love it. 

Ranting is fun, but don’t take it to heart. This blog is literally for me to read it in 10-20 years and see what I was like.