I'm ashamed.
I have a blog, a perfectly normal not-so-normal blog, where I rant about fashion and post food pron (ew, I became one of those people who switch the "r" and "o"), and I've been neglecting it. In fact, I've been avoiding it. Because I, outside of my normal not-so-normal life, am not really all that interesting.
I mean, take case 1, a few weeks ago, when I made brown rice for the first time on the stove.
I legitimately burned the edges and spent half an hour picking out every grain of burnt rice from the bowl. I know, a cruel Asian nightmare.
Case 2 consists of going to a concert of the best band of our time, Jukebox the Ghost, and rocking out with this girl with the ridiculous face.
I was talking about the face on the left, not that gorgeous girl on the right.
And case 3: getting this shot.
Not shooting stars, but airplane clouds. But it was kinda after a storm, and even though that's Jersey across the ways (yup), I thought it was pretty darn pretty. I would make a wish anyway.
Okay, so maybe my life is not so uninteresting, but hey, wouldn't it be easier if I just won the lotto, met Joseph Gordon Levitt (yes, I did watch 500 Days of Summer recently), and heck, married him? In one weekend?
Now that would be a story worth blogging about.
