24 now

Fuck I'm 24.

This is not an issue, only a wake up call. What the hell have I been doing for the past two years?!?! I suppose figuring things out is one thing, but I still feel as though time was wasted a bit. Fashion study is the only thing I have stuck to. First I wanted to be in the magazine business, and of course I wanted to be a fashion photographer, which I quote unquote am (see Red Whisker Photography). Luckily, I have stuck to that. Point being, fashion and I stick together. It makes me tick. I crave street style like a fat person craves oreos.

I had a chance to go shopping this weekend, finally!!!!!!!!!! I am in a voluntary financial slump...to long to explain.....and this has hindered me from expanding my wardrobe. Of course I am on a theory that it is hard to be fashionable in San Diego. By this I mean, San Diego is very trendy; no one stands out in this category. I am speaking in terms of a place like New York where everyone and their mother is looking pre'tty fly! mmmhhmm. I always imagined my fashion taking new heights when I left San Diego, to approach a more fashionable city, full of inspiration. I wanted to move to Savannah, GA or New Orleans and roll out the Katrina that I have always wanted to be, fashion wise. I am me, just not as fashionable as I imagined. I would strut down Decatur street with my ipod and sunglasses on and enjoy the rich smells of jasmine and rain. What job accompanies this fantasy, I have no idea. I wouldn't care too much, as long as I was in either of these cities. Wouldn't you think that location can make a job seem less like a job? I stray from my point. Last week, I rambled on about wanting to do a full fashion makeover, but it would ten times more fun if a new city was to accompany it :)
But....
Since I am in San Diego, I will make do. The weather is too much like a sauna to wear what I want to wear: A giant, cozy v-neck sweater with a pair of shorts, lacy black tights, and some mary-janes. San Diego.....*sigh*