Hmm, so you know those times where you run into an old friend at a party? You know, the friend that started hanging out with your boyfriend while you were away at work and was so judgmental about people that do or did drugs, drank alcohol, had premarital sex or liked drinking caffeine? Then come to find out that that girl turned out to be a slut and she's now the jump of the party that you saw her at? Yeah, that friend. Anyways! You know how awkward it is when you kind of get caught looking at them and don't know what to say? Yeah, that's kind of what I'm saying now. Sorry guys.
Some things have occurred within the past couple of months that, well I'll just say it, I'll get kind of upset writing and then I'll lose my focus and just stop writing. But I kind of needed this right now. So! Guess who is NOT going to be in the fashion industry after all? Moi. And I'm not bulging either. Knowing my personal limits and, well, the absolute truth, I've made up my mind to pursue a career as a psychiatrist. I'm going to finish up down here and get my Bachelors in Psychology. Hopefully, a 3.7 is achievable. Maybe higher! Eh, I know me. Fack. Anyways! As soon as I'm done with that I plan to go to a medical school for the next hand full of years to get my M.D. in Psychiatry. I can't convince myself anymore that touching clothes and kissing ass by telling overly big girls in denial of the existence of an extra large that they shouldn't wear that body con dress is what I was born to do. Visual merchandising, the field alone, has opened my eyes to a whole new world it's stupid crazy. I know that I progress each day and that I'm good at what I do. But I mean, it's just not what I want to do anymore. I'm late on bills and shit because I can't stop buying clothes. Oh! Which reminds me. Ugh, goddamnit I'll come back to that. I just want to push myself to my fullest and I think being a psychiatrist would be in the right direction, ya? Eh, you probably don't even know me. I just want to ensure myself that me and my family are going to have a good life. I'm young, so I gotta take advantage of it.
Okay, back to the buying clothing problem. I've resorted to really learning how to uniquely destroy or revive previously worn clothing. I have set up an Etsy store under the same name as my blog (thegirlyeye) and I will be selling vintage goods, handmade headbands, earrings, and perhaps necklaces. You'll notice the phases once I start posting newer accessories. Super excited for everything, honestly. I've never felt like this. Never felt so close to that warmth a close friend had told me about. I stay smiling.
I will post the remainder of the post tomorrow afternoon as soon as I get off of work. Actually, give me time to take a nap and prepare shits for dinner. The second half is a tribute. You can guess from the snap below. And if you think about the picture again, I'm wearing one big ass accessory. Oh, ha and sorry American Apparel about your muniez. But thanks for the help with the raw atmosphere in my photos ;D Thanks guys. You guys have been pretty awesome.
Some things have occurred within the past couple of months that, well I'll just say it, I'll get kind of upset writing and then I'll lose my focus and just stop writing. But I kind of needed this right now. So! Guess who is NOT going to be in the fashion industry after all? Moi. And I'm not bulging either. Knowing my personal limits and, well, the absolute truth, I've made up my mind to pursue a career as a psychiatrist. I'm going to finish up down here and get my Bachelors in Psychology. Hopefully, a 3.7 is achievable. Maybe higher! Eh, I know me. Fack. Anyways! As soon as I'm done with that I plan to go to a medical school for the next hand full of years to get my M.D. in Psychiatry. I can't convince myself anymore that touching clothes and kissing ass by telling overly big girls in denial of the existence of an extra large that they shouldn't wear that body con dress is what I was born to do. Visual merchandising, the field alone, has opened my eyes to a whole new world it's stupid crazy. I know that I progress each day and that I'm good at what I do. But I mean, it's just not what I want to do anymore. I'm late on bills and shit because I can't stop buying clothes. Oh! Which reminds me. Ugh, goddamnit I'll come back to that. I just want to push myself to my fullest and I think being a psychiatrist would be in the right direction, ya? Eh, you probably don't even know me. I just want to ensure myself that me and my family are going to have a good life. I'm young, so I gotta take advantage of it.
Okay, back to the buying clothing problem. I've resorted to really learning how to uniquely destroy or revive previously worn clothing. I have set up an Etsy store under the same name as my blog (thegirlyeye) and I will be selling vintage goods, handmade headbands, earrings, and perhaps necklaces. You'll notice the phases once I start posting newer accessories. Super excited for everything, honestly. I've never felt like this. Never felt so close to that warmth a close friend had told me about. I stay smiling.
I will post the remainder of the post tomorrow afternoon as soon as I get off of work. Actually, give me time to take a nap and prepare shits for dinner. The second half is a tribute. You can guess from the snap below. And if you think about the picture again, I'm wearing one big ass accessory. Oh, ha and sorry American Apparel about your muniez. But thanks for the help with the raw atmosphere in my photos ;D Thanks guys. You guys have been pretty awesome.
Avec beaucoup d'amour,
Yeye
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