Amanda Failure Princess

the most important thing i have learned since i started taking that class at UCLA is that there definitely are fundamental differences between people that went to college and people that did not. in most cases the college people have quite the edge… i mean, some of those people are really well-read and educated, it’s great.

but one important difference is this: college people for some reason seem to think it is okay to wear your running shoes to do anything other than run. UM, NO LADIES. obviously one would not have to wear heels or anything like that, but there are TONS of sneaker options, and cute flats! trainers in public are never allowed except for 30 minutes before excercising or 30 minutes after, but never both, and never with jeans! i hate to sound like someone who subscribes exclusively to fashion rules, because i really am not. unless i am the one who makes them or breaks them (see: the adidas runners with the blue dress in china town circa 2005. that was a good one) because unless you are making a bold statement, there is no excuse for some things. Asics and boot cut jeans? by god america, is this what our institutions of higher learning are teaching our children? shame.

anyhoo, conan is in re-runs, which is a bummer, but it led me to an awesome discovery: kate beckinsale rules. i always figured she was your average genereric, mermaid-haired, horse-face (not an insult, i like horsey girls) actress who was in bad movies. turns out she is really funny, one might even say a delight, in interviews. she was telling conan about seeing her huge head on film and it wasn’t like with some actresses where they are like “i am so gross, i love cheeseburgers!” it was genuine, self-depricating humor. she also said a bunch of funny stuff i forgot. point is, i learn a lot from watching conan. how sad, maybe that’s why i am so much dumber than my classmates.

speaking of celebrities, i saw a giant billboard for the Oh! network on my way to UCLA today and i had a horrible realization… i have a strange, secret spot in my heart for lisa rinna. all logic and eyesight tells me i should think she is a terrifying, plastic beast, but for some reason i like her. she seems like a lady who knows how to balance fun and family, and i like that. of course, i also really like the taste of kambucha and being deprived of oxygen during the act of love, so i guess my taste is sometimes questionable. eh, whatevs.

p.s. we all know i hate low-end makeup, but i was tricked into trying the new mascara called Telescopic by L’Oreal because a) duh, L’Oreal and Lancome are the same company, b) hello, the packaging is a lil’ telescope! AWWW!, and c) in the commercial it makes penelope cruz have have lashes that look like beautiful black threads of steel, reaching out to strangle you to death. yes, this is digital, but she is supposedly a lez. hot! anyway, it was on sale at target and i bought it. it works pretty great, though not as good as the Lancome version i also use (called Fatale). it is way easier to apply though and i got tons of compliments. and a wicked eye itch but that might be alergies.

anyways bye.