The sky might be falling but remember you can fly high

I've got around three things to say; but who knows, I may think of something else as I type.

I made a Twitter! I don't know what I'll say, but I'll say something! So, anyone can follow. It'll make the both of us feel good. I promise. http://twitter.com/#!/sydcudi18

I couldn't copy the picture, but I would definitely wear this. I think it looks so simple and nice:'] If I wore it, I would feel like, "yes. I'm getting stuff done and looking nice doing so. I'm such a boss. Yes." and I would just walk with my head held high... God, I could NOT be a fashion critic! Unless I don't like something, then I'm all like, "the pattern and cohesiveness blah blah blah!" But, If I like it, I'm just like, "yah. It looked so nice. I would feel nice wearing it. yah."

I'm reading Tim Gunn's new book, in so he mentions movies he really likes. I wrote them all down and plan on trying to watch them. Does that make me sound like a creep? Seeing it written down, I seem to think so.. no matter! I really trust his opinions, thus the reason I'm reading his book.

I think Tim Gunn is my idol. Just kidding. I don't think, I KNOW. I hope to meet him some day. If I do, I'll cry. and then we'll go out to eat and he'll see how nice I am to servers. <3

Here we go, on my fourth topic. I knew something else would come! It always does..

I was watching the Devil Wears Prada last night. Doing so, I looked like a 29 year old woman in her apartment. I had my hair in a loose bun on the top of my head, I was wearing sweats with a tie-dye shirt, and I was eating Special K cereal, (while, of course, watching the movie.) Does that not just scream 29 year old woman? I think so.

Anyways, I just really wish I was Anne Hathaway in that movie. She gets so many nice clothes, and works at a glamorous magazine with so many connections! I think I would die.. Then I would come back to life and take full advantage of every opportunity to get somewhere in the industry. Unless it was hurting someone else.. I hate when people step on other people.

I better stop before I write until I pass out.