I've always been into fashion, though I may not always be able to afford to follow it, I would love to be able to. I would love even more if I could be in on all of it, the styling, the designing, and fitting rooms, the runway shows, that would be the ultimate. Perhaps it is pathetic that every Monday at 10:30, I lounge on my couch to glue my eyes to the tube and wish I was in the shoes of Lauren Conrad. Is it pathetic that I want so badly to prance around in heels, getting paid to dress women who eat like one in poverty yet still clothe themselves in outfits that cost more than my car? Is it pathetic that I want my life to consist of lavish dinner parties, going out on the weekends, wearing the latest Jimmy Choos, and toting the newest Chloe handbag? Is it bad that I want to attend the fashion shows where an eating disorder is proudly displayed and supported even though I wrote a twelve-page paper despising the very idea? Is it horrible that I just want to go to a school where I go to an art class, learn to accessorize, and how to sew?

I would say, yes.

I feel like it's almost a secret, guilty pleasure of mine, a secret in general perhaps. I would love to pursue it,
but,
I am a student at the University of Michigan. I want to become an eye doctor. I am going to med school. I can't afford to run away and try to make it in the fashion world. As much as I would like to, I can't. It's unrealistic.




ps. I love Sex and the City.



Maybe I'm not your perfect kind
Maybe I'm not what you had in mind
Maybe we're just killing time
You with your silky words
And your eyes of green and blue
You with your steel beliefs
That don't match anything you do
It was so much easier before you became you
No more playing seek and hide
No more long and wasted nights
Can't you make it easy on yourself
I know you wish you were strong
You wish you were never wrong
Well, I got some wishes of my own