Horoscope Shmorascope

You ever talk about your horoscope and say, "Oh, I'm cancer." and get sympathetic looks from people CLEARLY not eavesdropping very CLEARLY. Me neither. I am, however born in July so I do belong to the crab clan. EHEM. Back to the topic at hand though, if there ever was one... Horoscopes. Mine are suspiciously accurate. And not in the vague way horoscopes usually are.. in the "Oh my god, does this horoscope writer follow me around and record my life?" way. Maybe it's because I fall under the perfect Cancer-Category... Homebody, probably is a little too emotional, and loves unconditionally. Y'know, those people that get too attached. Although I fight that tendency to the teeth... it's just in me. And sometimes it's my downfall. Oh well...

Tonight was a good night. The boy took me out to dinner. Three course meal at Red Robin's. He knows how to treat a girl. ;)

xoxo

Alexandria

Summer Sickness

I've been fighting off a cold for the past couple of days, and today it really hit. I suppose I had it coming; yesterday my best friend, boyfriend, and I went swimming last night even though I had the sniffles. It was alot of fun, the weather was warm and sunny... unlike today. It turned dark, cold, and rainy. Where has our summer gone?? Because of my cold AND the cold weather, I walked around Bard today wrapped up in my bright blue blanket. Super fashionable. Anyways.. here's a sunny picture from the other day! I'm going to go be wishful for real summer weather in the corner now...

xo

Alexandria

Style File: 001 Sunlit Field

If you've ever ventured out with your trusty new tripod and camera to shoot outfit pictures, you'll know it's hella awkward. Also, to probably put on the heels after you've trekked through the field.

xo Alexandria

♪ Happy Birthday to Me ♫

A click of the mouse and you can share your inner most feelings with the entire world. Welcome to the 21st century, huh?

I’ve tried writing a diary, online and off, but the things is, I never know quite where to start. Life keeps moving, there’s no lull, no momentous occasion to say, “Ok, no events or people are blending in from the past, this seems like a wonderful place to interject the start of life!”

The thing is, unless you start a blog the moment you pop out of your mother’s uterus, you’re never going to get that definitive beginning.

So I figured, when’s a better time to start than my 17th Birthday?

July 1, 1994, I came pink and wriggling into this world. Pretty exciting, right?

Actually, not really. Seventeen to me is kinda... well lame. Your 'sweet sixteen' phase is over, and you can't vote or drink in Alberta yet.

Poo-y.

Nothing happens when you turn 17. So I've decided to make things happen. Seventeen for me is going to be a great year. It's actually my senior year in high school, and apparently everything goes to crap once you graduate. So I might as well make the best of it. (I know things don't really go downhill, but I might as well have a great last year.)

I plan on writing about my life, my fashion, my dinner, and my whatever I want to to record for posterity. I'll start with the first day of this wonderful adventure... my birthday! I'm a couple days behind, but that's just because I've been recovering from this past weekend. Yeah, that's a good excuse. Anyways, here it is. Even though 17 isn't all that awesome, the day I turned it sure was. 

Happy 4th of July to you Americans, and Happy Belated Canada Day to you Canadians!