I'm Bringing It Back

Every time right before I sit at the computer, I am thinking what to write and I come up with literally shit loads of ideas of what to write but what comes to up mostly ain't just about fashion. It's about life, thoughts, everything. But who gives a shit anyway? But except for writing it here I don't keep a diary because that would immediately put me in the 'average teenager' column which I anyway am in but I'm not going to a fricken stereo type cliche writing in their diary starting 'dear diary..' blah blah blah maybe even with a sample of dried tears and in 50 years when I'm about to die I'd be like oh yeah, that's me when I was in love with this and that and had a fight or whatever. It's not good bringing these memories back even though you remember them even without keeping a diary. In case you're wondering I went mad after today's trip out of town, not really, I blame it on the weather again because that's what actually influences my mood the most so from this you can guess what weather it was (hint for the less gifted ones: it was raining) .
Another 'average teenager' syndrom, but to remind you, of a teenager who would reeeeeally want to be born 40 years earlier to smell the air of sex drugs and rock'n'roll spirit, to feel a little bit... whatever, blah. To get you more familiar with what's going on right now: Smells like teen spirit song on, exhausted, replete and annoyed teenager sitting behind their computer wondering what the hell is she writing and thinking if anyone will read this anyway (from my own experience I'm telling you, I never read long posts or texts or whatever it is because it gets boring, except for Tavi Gevinson I must really say). Then there is also the perforce to get the blog actually going even though I'm too lazy to do anything or promote it whatever you do to make it The Blonde Salad style and in 20 years be telling their kids I once achieved to get my BLOG on the INTERNET popular n stuff. Of course who wouldn't like to be famous, but why with blogging? But I'm not saying I'm keeping my blog small on purpose, I just put whatever I like n stuff. No one will be reading this anyway, it's just like a 'word diarrhea' as one of my lovely family members calls it. Plus I realized my posts are short and I only talk about clothes in there so the more I talk about them in every single post, the more lifeless I see and that I have nothing better to do than choose & comment on my daily outfits. Of course I don't comment on my pajamas but if I had this blog for longer maybe I would, who knows. T-shirt - Harley Davidson, Jeans - Calvin Klein, Belt - Bernd Berger, Shoulder bag - Louis Vuitton And here, another encyclopaedic example of cliche of us teenagers or should I say more at once? There's the supposedly cute/funny/scary (?????) face expression. Then not even trying to mention my almost daily mirror posing ritual because I'm just too lazy (uhhh-gain) to make someone take a picture of me, like my sister, who always makes them blurry, which is good in a way because you don't get to completely see my face expression which is usually very attractive .... no comment on that one. Oh, and the biggest cliches of all on my blog that you will notice if you're a faithful reader of mine - ripping the post in half to hide the 'I WAS WEARING:' section in order to get your attention I guess so that you would open it and be like OH MY GOD I want that! That's why I tried to remove one of the elements on my cliches list and make one of the longest posts ever (premiere, woohoo) a fully open thing so that you, my lovely readers, wouldn't have to waste your time clicking on the 'click to see more' link and wait till it loads and then see it and blah blah blah. But I still am, or consider, or thinking I am a fashion blogger so I must be cliche and put my weekend outfit here again but this time, you think about it whatever you want. Just a small note: I am still in my teenage 70's mode (that's why I'm wearing all clothes after my mom from when she was like 20 or something). Oh, and note that another one of my cliches is off: I don't have any I WAS WEARING section here! As if that made you excited, anyway.
While I'm in that cliche section, I can talk about my (mom's) new-old found t-shirt which really brings back that spirit of 70's or whatever decade she lived/got it in. I love the color, the sign, the cut and everything. Now putting it in my closet, I realized I have to pink t-shirts this is legit my one and only favorite pink top I own (I think). Oh 70's please come back, I'll probably fall on my knees soon and start praying so that I could get you back and buy millions of those perfect-cut Levi's vintage jeans and shorts and vests and shirts (and everything denim basically) and then all the band t-shirts and see Kurt Cobain and Sex Pistols and everyone before they all die and our world becomes sad and over-crowded with (no offense) Justin Biebers and Hannah Montana's and all those other disney/whatever people that 'rule' the show biz world now.
And the last thing for today (because tomorrow everything will be back to cliche normal due to my laziness or just normal mood again or lack of inspiration or anything I will try to talk myself out with) - on my trip outta Prague I, not mentioning those 5 kg, brought back a couple of hand-made Indian bracelets that look good with that golden bracelet I got from my grandma last year. But that's a different story again which I am not going to talk you through today because I'd be able to do that today, but I honestly do not want to torture anyone and I keep telling myself 'who gives a shit about this anyway' but I just can't stop writing. So now, I'll just slowly end this even though I suck at conclusions n stuff like that so I'll just say I'm just getting ready to post this fail thought diarrhea stream, still listening to Nirvana and getting inspiration for tomorrow's cliche, and thinking who gives a damn about this endless post again. What a cliche. In the end, should it count as a cliche at all? I was just bringing it all back.