BETWEEN THE LINES

And you’re not a hipster unless you’re from the city. And by city, I don’t mean Pittsburgh or some other irrelevant place. I’m talkin’ New York (not Upstate…you guys don’t count, sorry). 

Long-ish hair, an obscure taste in music, a bit of 5 o’clock shadow, and indescribable style sometimes involving a beanie.  They’re mysterious and secure with being off-beat. 

I don’t discriminate, though. I think I’ve got the most colorful round-up of past boo’s and crushes.  

Hey everybody! 

Check out this new album, “The Enlightenment,” from Pittsburgh rapper Tru Jeenyis just released today via soundcloud.com!

I need more friends with BIG hair. No one understands the concept of the fluff. People see how big my hair is and probably think it doesn’t need to be any bigger… But yes, yes it does! It can’t be voluminous on one side and a bit flat on the other! I need someone to let me know when it’s not round all around. 

Oh yes. 

A few things were brought to my attention today, and I couldn’t have been happier to soak it all in. I like when people tell me what I’m doing wrong, when I’ve said the wrong thing(s), or if I’m being a Judy moody. Sometimes you get so caught up in life that you forget other people have to put up with you too. No one likes being around anyone with inconsistent moods and that’s definitely a problem that I have every now and then. I could be happy as a peach and then one thing will just make me go sour, which could last for days at a time. 

I’m working on it. 

But if there’s one thing that’s a positive consistency, it’s that I fix what’s broken. If I’m wrong, tell me—I’ll make things right. 

I’ve had the same dream since I was a young fashionista in high school, setting trends on relaxed dress-code days at an all-girls, private, catholic high school in which no one looked like me. I wanted to be a fashion journalist, covering shows, meeting models and designers, being within that crowd of elite. My friends knew I could do it. So did I. 

I lost that dream by the end of high school. I told myself I’d never make it, but I spent hours making collages that should be hung up in a museum, comprised of different photos from my favorite magazine at the time: Nylon. I love helping people through tough times (I’ve been through enough of them myself) so I figured “hey, I’ll be a psychologist. Forget dreams.” It took one semester of college to make me realize I’d never work in such a dreary environment, talking to schizophrenics and such—I’m too happy for that. 

I decided I would be a journalist again, and I haven’t stopped since. 2nd semester freshman year changed my life forever. I met the right people and here I am today, going on an interview this weekend for an internship at a major magazine. I currently write for two magazines, one of which is a fashion magazine. I’ve made my dreams come true, and I’m still not finished. It’s a bit altered than the original (I want to write for a men’s lifestyle magazine), but believe in yourself, and you can make your wildest wishes a reality.