beauty mag culture

beauty mag culture is disgusting.

my last 2 beauty mag purchases have been overwhelmingly disappointing: expensive little books on other people's romantic embarassments, sex tips, ads, latest unaffordable & not-so-fashionable trends, false gossip, and more ads. I bought the magazines for certain pictures, like Gwen Stefani looking cool, but the intensity of female bullshit jumping up at my face was simply too unbearable.

moral of the story: i should have known.

just when i thought i could be smart to avoid such investments, i was reminded of a certain harsh fact: beauty mag culture is only successful because it is beyond the magazine rack. a trip to the mall showed me the prominence of consumer culture, and the virtues we're so encouraged to radiate: prestige, greed, overall shallowness and to top it all off, hollow headed blabber to let your friends know just how much it all cost [the more expensive the better, of course]. surely not everyone in the mall deserves such curel judgement; but those who do exemplify this ideal, i like to call mall bitches.

moral of the story: don't be a mall bitch--because omg, it's sooo not cool.

in other interesting news, according to thespark.com's gender test, i am statistically male. for those of you who feel offended by this post, here's your comfort.

things that worsen my quality of life

things that worsen my quality of life:

changing humidity / pressure - gives me headaches /allergies
bagels - make me sleepy
greyhound air conditioning - makes me want to nosebleed
artificial light - keeps me awake for longer hours than nature intended
ice cream purchase without the opportunity to try a free sample first - wastes my hopes and money
good ice cream that's not on sale - too disheartening, especially after realizing that the ice cream i did end up buying is not worth my money
rain - limits entertainment options
winter - directly threatens my physical and mental health

moral of the story? blame is kind of fun.

Less than two hours away from heading back to Ottawa. My heart sinks like it does everytime. There are lots of things for me to do in the next hour and I feel like I could set stuff on fire.

I meant to write about my wicked weekend here in TO and the wretched things I'm reminded of--but I fell asleep while writing and lost it. Maybe next post.

SOMETIMES PEOPLE ARE SO RICE!!! In a way I long for the lonely life in Ottawa.

Must pack now. And sign forms, and do shit. Didn't I tell you humans are stupid? Make life so complicated... pfft.