Cinnamon rolls, fashion, dreams, and the word hubby.

After FTD I go pick up my husband, because he has no license and I get to be his taxi. Get gas, and come home and make big, fat cinnamon rolls. They were delish, cept my oven is kind of retarded because everything is this country is slightly retarded. My oven never cooks things totally right unless i'm super lucky that night. So the bottom of my cinnamon rolls were the tiniest bit gooey. Scott claims it's supposed to be that way but I beg to differ. Anyways, they were still good and now I am going to eat left over chinese food from last night before I go to the good ole bowling alley to work. I feel like I am always there, but I guess not really. 4-11 pm, 4 nights a week. And if I'm lucky, I get a 5th day from 4 to 7:30 pm. I'm not complaining by any means. It's a job, gives me money, supports my shopping problem. And yes, it is a problem. But i'm getting better. We're trying to save up for new couches and whatnot. That's more important than some jewelry and a sweater I suppose. I can't wait to go back to the states and shop. I know where everything is, and have such a wider selection. I don't really know where much is here, and it's probably better that way haha.

 

So anytime I blog, it's probably because Scott is on the computer and I just like to be in the same room as him. So I hop on the laptop, and sit in this big comfy reclining chair and do nonsense. Like social networking, and blogging. I've never publically blogged, only privately. So this is kind of fun to make something somewhat entertaining for y'all. A lot of people use the word y'all over here, and it's kind of addicting. My apologies if it bugs you. But this blogging stuff is somewhat addicting. I go about my day thinking about subjects to blog about or things to show you guys through pictures, but i usually just end up writing about my day and what I've been doing for the day. Maybe once I get the hang of publically blogging, I can get some more interesting type stuff going on for you guys.

I went to fashion week last Saturday, and oh my. That was some serious fun stuff. I'm definitely going again in February and this time...with a lot more saved up cash. They had so many designers, and labels selling their stuff for such a discounted price. Well... some of it was still ridiculous expensive. But a lot of it was pretty reasonable for being higher fashioned stuff. I'm really into fashion and would love to have a career in it one day. Once I get out of this country I am hoping to get into school so that I can pursue the writing/business part of it. I don't want to be a designer or anything of that sort. I just like writing about it, and being around it, and shopping it. I'm sure I can find a career that involves those elements of fashion and allows me to be all up in the fashion scene. I just wish I had the money to really buy the wardrobe I would love to have. But I don't so I make due. Getting things for cheap that are ridiculously cute makes me happy anyways. I bought some shirts from a designer named Reem. Her stuff is fabulous, and I mean fabulous. I even got Samantha a shirt too. I promised her I would post pictures of the shirts so that she could see. So that's exactly what I am going to do. But I can't find the third one because I already wore it. But pictures of that one shall be posted a bit later. My clothes situation is out of control. I have way too much. P.S. Sorry for the blurryness. My camera is about to R.I.P. ):

 

 

 ^^ This one is more fabulous in person I guess.

My camera does not do either of these justice.

Onwards to other subjects...my husband is a nerd. And last night I was on the telephone with my mom, and she asked me to post a picture of him with his little microphone attached to the headphones deal for her. So I bribed him to let me take a picture of him with them on while he was playing Starcraft, and of course he gave in (: Love the way he looks so sad when he's trying to look "good". Makes me laugh.

I feel like this is a really long post. So should I stop or continue to go on? I really don't have much else to say other than I had a dream last night that Priscilla got married and didn't tell me. And I read it on facebook so that's how I knew, and somehow the internet let me jump in a portal that took me to her wedding. And I was waiting in line to make a toast. And I went on and on and on and said really funny, and clever things. And nobody was laughing and I felt like nobody wanted me there. It wasn't such a nice dream. It's like... maybe I feel like my friends don't care so much anymore because I am so far away. But I know how completely wrong and backwards that is. But maybe in the back of my head that's how I really feel. Or I just miss them and I feel like I can't really be close to them like I want to be. It's one of the two, or both. I don't know. I never know. I always have such weird dreams, it's like I took a bunch of drugs and then went to sleep or something. But that is clearly not the case. Haha. And this is random but I have to confess to a pet peeve of mine. I don't know why this is a pet peeve but it just is. No questions okay? I hate when people refer to their husbands as "hubby". I can not stand it. I keep it on the inside cause so many people say it but OH MY GOSH, I seriously, seriously, seriously hate it. And I am going to end this on that note. Tata for now.


Love, Kelsey.