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DREA & SAMHonestly, we're just two girls a long way from home trying to get by with a little help from our friends and this blog apparently. Sam, SPARKY, is in Bloomingtom, Indiana for 10 months of the year and Drea, IGOTNOTHING, is in Boston, Mass. for those 10 months but every so often, they find themselves "comfortably" at home in Los Angeles, Ca. We're pretty cool, no lie. |
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Tuesday, November 16, 2010
while sitting here at my usual chain cafe, I realize that I am a complete and utter product of my generation. And, it doesn't really bother me. Even though part of my soul or whatever is a little discomforted by the sweater-tag itch of a cliche rubbing against me. And, while I don't have a Mac computer (yet), my iPod is probably like 2nd generation, and I still have yet to really get a hang of social networking (I have them all, but not a lot of "friends" or hits), I'm still pretty pedestrian, or at least anachronistic enough to not let this particular cliche get to me. If anything, it's helped me see the positive side to being one of my time period; I am finally one of the crowd. Fitting in is something I've kind of always wanted and longed for. I guess that comes from being two feet taller than my peers for the majority of grade school and being just overall different from everyone else: I wasn't wealthy enough for private school, not Jewish enough for elementary school, not trendy enough for middle school, and too quiet for high school...not to mention totally fashion backward or too forward. (Although, I'm still a bit of a fashion train wreck, if you ask me.) Still, look at me. Here I am, in the few hours before I really should get into to the office that I intern at (a real-live production studio no less; because as you know, film is just the thing us kids are into these days), and I am at cafe (franchise of course) with my laptop open, typing on the blog. My cell phone is right next to me and next to it is my chai tea latte (never got really into coffee, but did get into the "latte"). I use my phone as a timepiece and I use this blog instead of talking to a wall. My shoes, stockings, skirt, top, cardigan, and jacket are all from brand name stores (mostly bargain retailers, lest you think by brand name I mean a fashion house...come on, I'm too poor and too middle-class to afford or want those types of garments). And as I type this, legs crossed, I am skyping a friend in Boston (whom I'll be seeing very soon, fortunately). I am really indeed generation whatever "they" are calling us. Hello world, here I am. At least I still write letters. If only email had stamps. Well, the latte is gone and I should get going. Thanks for reading this almost pointless post. (I'm trying to get into the habit of just writing as much as I can; I'll work on quality once I accomplish that goal first) 8:55 AM
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