It appears that Urban Outfitters has been raiding my life again. They got a glance at my bookshelf which is filled with classics by Jack Kerouac, J.D Salinger, Harper Lee, and Herman Hesse, and apparently liked what they saw. Want your bookshelf to be filled with greats like these too? Visit UrbanOutfitters, they’ll hook you up.
I guess I can’t blame prom for weeks of non-posting, but it at least accounts for one night. As my last days of high school wind down, I promise I’ll start posting more.
Has Urban Outfitters run out of their “anti war scarves” yet? You know it’s time to move on from a trend when a group of girls walk by and 3 out of 5 are wearing the same thing. The boyfriend bought me one last winter because it was freezing rain outside and we weren’t going home anytime soon. It cost about $2 from some random side shop and soon became a wardrobe favorite. This was before Urban started mass producing them and now my love has faded.
It’s not even the whole political thing about keffiyehs (google it) that bothers me. It’s that some people have no damn mind of their own and are perfectly happy looking like another manufactured moron.
If you claim to party from dusk ’til dawn, you better make sure you have wristbands up until midnight as promised. Fortunately for you, free Red Bull and watching two guys get chased down the street by a dozen cops make up for everything.