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Jun. 5th, 2006 12:10 amElleGirl has a column where they feature the blogs of girls. And I just sent them a link to this here LJ. Hee. The last girl they featured (well, second to last because I have the May issue) just closed her blog, which after a looksie seems semi-pretensious and wannabe hipster. So yeah, my chances of getting featured? Zero to none. But whatever.
LiveJournal Awards--I have a feeling that this, like superlatives in high school, will leave me with zero. [g] But seriously, looks like fun and I'd sponsor my own, but no one knows me; therefore, it'd be more like "Candice Awards People on Her Friends List".
I remember reading this article online a while ago that said that more women would prefer to be beautiful than intelligent. And I've given thought to it, sometimes. What would you rather be: pretty or smart? I know I'm not brilliant by any stretch, but I am at least smart. And I like that, but at the same time, I would like to be mind-blowingly gorgeous for once.
If the air conditioning is not fixed in another week, I am totally going to be all Claudia from From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler and move into a cushy public place. Unlike Claudia, I don't live in New York and have no cool art museum to run away to, so I'd go to the library. Except I'd probably get kicked out of the library for trespassing, and I'd miss my bed terribly.
LiveJournal Awards--I have a feeling that this, like superlatives in high school, will leave me with zero. [g] But seriously, looks like fun and I'd sponsor my own, but no one knows me; therefore, it'd be more like "Candice Awards People on Her Friends List".
I remember reading this article online a while ago that said that more women would prefer to be beautiful than intelligent. And I've given thought to it, sometimes. What would you rather be: pretty or smart? I know I'm not brilliant by any stretch, but I am at least smart. And I like that, but at the same time, I would like to be mind-blowingly gorgeous for once.
If the air conditioning is not fixed in another week, I am totally going to be all Claudia from From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler and move into a cushy public place. Unlike Claudia, I don't live in New York and have no cool art museum to run away to, so I'd go to the library. Except I'd probably get kicked out of the library for trespassing, and I'd miss my bed terribly.
